Edge of the Hollow

Stiff bark. Cool air pressing in. I twitched one paw forward. It moved. Firm grip. I shifted my weight, leaning toward the opening to inspect the rough wooden rim. I tapped my claws against the coarse inner wall. Solid. A dry speck of loose bark broke off under my touch. My limbs respond. The vantage point is secure. I settled right at the threshold, watching.