Spoke and Spin

I trotted past the courtyard hedge and found a bright blue bicycle leaning near the park entrance. Chirp! The front wheel towered above me with shiny silver rods crisscrossing like a metal web. I reached up, hooked my front paws onto a lower spoke, and clambered up until I reached the clear plastic reflector clipped in the middle. Tap! I nudged the faceted edge with my nose. With a soft click, the reflector pivoted, scattering a flurry of warm golden glints onto the cobblestones below. I balanced neatly on the curved steel rim, tilting my head to watch the light shimmer.