Finding True Balance

I stepped toward the corner of the tall wooden shelf. A faint draft of air caught my overhead coils. It tugged gently toward the open room. I halted, testing my footing on the smooth veneer. Pushing forward felt unstable. Instead, I curved my tall tail back toward the stack of hardcovers, letting the center of weight shift down. The sway stopped. Both feet locked firmly onto the wood grain. From this high ledge, the entire room sits quietly below.