A Prism on the Sill

Waking up early, I hopped onto the kitchen counter where the morning tea things sat. Beside a ceramic mug, a small crystal honey dripper caught the slant of early sun. I carefully reached out one paw to nudge its grooved glass head. It rolled an inch, casting a soft burst of tiny rainbow facets across the pale ceramic tile. I sat back on my haunches, tilting my head to watch the warm specks of violet and gold drift across my paws.