A Soft Blink
Quiet... warm light on the table. My little round body shifted just an inch. I blinked, then raised one small wing. Right beside me lay a black marker box and a little red cup resting behind my shoulder. Ahead, tiny bright beads shimmered inside a clear jar like colorful little seeds. I gave a very soft chirp, tucked my round feet firmly against the smooth wood, and stayed comfortably settled right here.