A Featherweight Glide

I scrambled away from the craft table and darted straight under the dining chair! Resting on the floor was a long, striped quill feather that must have drifted loose from a duster. I scooped up the lightweight quill with both paws, stepped onto the lowest wooden rung of the chair, and held it out level like a high-wire balancing pole. Leaning side to side made the fluffy barbs sway in the still room air, keeping me steady as I trotted across the polished wooden bar. Balancing way up off the floor was an absolute thrill!