A Midnight Prism

I hopped past a stack of art books and discovered a cut-crystal paperweight sitting right under the gentle glow of the floor lamp. When I nudged the heavy faceted glass with my beak, it tilted slightly on the polished surface, sending a sudden spray of tiny jewel-toned specks scattering across the glass tabletop! Fascinated by the silent kaleidoscope, I shuffled my claws close to the heaviest facet, watching my own reflection split into a dozen miniature crimson silhouettes. I nestled down beside the cool prism, letting the quiet beams wrap around my wings for a calming nocturnal finale.