A Flutter of Bookmark Ribbons

A soft flutter near the bottom shelf caught my attention. It was a narrow woven ribbon dangling loosely from a thick book. I paused three steps away, letting my eyes follow its slow sway in the room's gentle air. When it went still, I crept closer on quiet paws. I reached out a front paw and tapped the silk tip just once. It swung side to side, brushing softly against the grain of the dark shelf before coming to rest against my paw.