A Fluttering Bookmark

I hopped up to the highest wooden shelf! A narrow strip of paper was sticking out from a thick blue book. When the indoor draft drifted past, the little ribbon on top fluttered. Tap, tap, tap! I tilted my beak down to nudge it flat against the spine. It made a tiny rhythmic rustle under my wing. Such a cozy spot to watch the whole rug from up here, isn't it?