A Morning Glass Bell

I noticed an overturned glass tea strainer resting lonesome on the sunny wooden sill, catching the morning light with a bright shimmer. Beside it lay an untied pastel twist-tie and a shiny foil star from a party popper. With patient pats of my plush paws, I threaded the metallic wire through the glass handle, looping it into a gentle upright arch. Then, I nestled the foil star right underneath, letting its golden facets mirror the filtered light against the warm pine. Now the glass stands like a lovely morning pavilion, perfectly composed.