A Slanted Prismatic Beam (Song name: Kwik flip)

A tiny faceted glass prism was dangling from a suction hook on the low window pane. I waddled close across the warm morning floorboards, pausing to let my plush front settle into the quiet light. With slow, gentle patience, I tilted my forehead and nudged the heavy cut glass with my little white horn. It swung in a hushed, lazy circle on its clear thread. A sudden shower of bright, floating rainbow specks scattered across the timber floor, gliding over my fleece like cheerful little dancers before slowing into a calm, steady gleam.