A Shift in Balance

Stiffness gives way. The locked joints in my knees yield to deliberate pressure, allowing me to settle my weight onto the painted ledge. Through the fine wire mesh behind me, cool air carries the scent of outside grass. I extend one clawed hand forward and lightly tap the cold surface of the white window frame. The faint, dull click confirms tactile contact. A favorable vantage point. I lower my center of gravity and maintain quiet surveillance over the striped fabric below.