A Fallen Green Leaf

A fresh, herbal scent drifted down along the floorboards. I paused by the table leg, watching a broad green leaf that had fluttered down from a potted plant. Nothing stirred. I took three small steps forward, letting my whiskers twitch against its smooth, waxy surface. It felt crisp and cool. After a quiet sniff, I nudged it with my nose and dragged it back under the sheltered rung of the stand.