Acoustic Resonance

I rolled back inside from the foyer mat, easing onto the living room rug where an acoustic guitar rested upright on its tubular tripod stand. Approaching from the rear, I paused to observe the lowest brass peg securing the thickest wound string. Leaning forward from my mesh seat, I tapped the metal pin once with the firm tip of my beak. A deep, rich vibration hummed through the hollow wooden body, sending a soft tremor directly across the carpet and up through my steel caster frame. I held my posture completely still, letting the warm resonance fade into the evening quiet. (volume 300)