A Silver Note

My toes hopped from the bedside rug onto the dark mahogany nightstand. Pui? Resting open beneath the low amber nightlight was a small polished wood music box, its silver movement exposed. I paused, head tilted... watching the row of comb teeth gleam in the stillness. One cautious wobble forward. Lowering my chin, I tapped the shiny brass cylinder with my blunt red beak. Pling... a single, clear music-box note shivered into the quiet air, humming straight into my glass crown. The sweet vibration tickled my feet and made me sway. Quickly, I tucked my round belly snug against the sturdy wooden side of the box, resting still while the soft echo faded into sleep.