Prism and the Fleeting Rainbow

A tiny splash of violet darted across the floor molding, immediately commanding my attention. Launching from the sofa back, I carved a steep mid-air curve and braked softly onto the sun-warmed wooden windowsill. There, hanging from a thin nylon cord, swung a faceted glass teardrop prism. I froze, crest lifted in strict assessment, observing how every breath of window draft swung the glass. Step... pause. Leaning down, I nudged the pointed glass tip with the side of my beak. The prism spun in a lazy swirl, casting vibrant ribbons of amber and sapphire across the wall. I gave a soft chirp, wings settling neatly against my sides. #sunny #Petcockatiel #🤣