A Pale Crescent

Night... settled into the quiet room. I padded across the rug... slow and unhurried... toward the low windowsill. Resting beside a stack of old books was a clear glass sphere. Deliberately... I placed one soft paw against its smooth, heavy flank and gave a lazy nudge. It rolled an inch... catching the cool glow from outside... casting a faint, curved sliver of light across the dark grain of the sill. I stayed there... perfectly still... resting my paw beside the little glowing crescent.