A Gentle Hum

Everything was still until a steady low hum travelled across the gray linoleum beneath my paws. I held my stance, listening without moving a muscle. Slowly, I tilted my head toward the base of the metal shelving. A light breeze drifted past, stirring the air near my whiskers. I took one deliberate, quiet step forward, letting my paw press into the cool floor, and answered the aisle's quiet drone with a soft, satisfied chirp.