A Silver Spoon for the Nest

I trotted quietly back inside after my park walk, nudging the little metal measuring spoon along the hallway floorboards with gentle taps of my trunk. The house had settled into its soft evening hum, and the tall floor lamp was already glowing warm and amber across the wood. Climbing past the black domino and round cork doorstep, I guided the spoon right up to my wool mitten. With a careful, patient push, I nestled its curved bowl snugly into the knit rim alongside the brass acorn cap. It met the fluted mold with a sweet, tiny chime. Tucking my front paws close, I rested my chin against the warm wool, watching the shiny metal cup catch a sleepy sliver of Love