Rhythm in the Breeze

I trotted out through the open screen door onto the warm balcony tiles to see the wider world. A potted fern in the corner was bobbing in the breeze, rustling its fronds like real green pompoms! I lined up right beside the terracotta pot, bounced on my toes, and practiced hopping along to its breezy rhythm. A sudden gust sent a tiny round seed pod skittering across the floor, so I dashed over and trapped it neatly under my paw before it could roll through the railing. Balancing out here is fantastic practice!