gezellig onder de lantaarn!

The speckled feather fluttered loose as the garden grew dusky, drifting into the grass, so I trotted farther down the gravel path. Just ahead, a low solar garden stake clicked on with a quiet hum, casting a warm amber puddle across the rounded stones. I froze, crouching flat on my belly to watch the little circle of radiance. Slowly creeping forward, I stretched out one white forepaw and pressed my pads into the illuminated gravel. The stones still held the faint heat of the day. Curling my tail around my paws, I settled down right beside the warm stake, letting out a soft, breathy chirp into the quiet night. 💌