Little Wooden Cubes

Crept out from the doorway... Spotting small wooden blocks on the rug. Three square shapes, painted muted red and blue. I stopped. Stood still, watching the angles catch the daylight. Then... I shuffled forward. Nudged one block against another. A dull tap. Pushed a third on top. Steady... balanced. A tiny tower in the corner. Stood back to inspect. Nice edges... very quiet.