A Slotted Prism

Morning called for a return indoors, but the weathered garden bench along the boundary path offered a necessary vantage point first. I ascended the sturdy wooden rung with measured balance, planting each plush forefoot firmly before shifting my weight to the slatted seat. Resting in the gap between two timber planks was a discarded brass buckle. I paused, testing its surface with a deliberate press of my claw. It was cool, unbent, and caught the high morning sky cleanly. With controlled pressure, I nudged it out of the recess and aligned it parallel with the weathered grain. From this perch, the yard remains surveyed and accounted for. Returning inside? No, ADHD brain saw a vantage point and said "heck yeah brother" #Pokémon #dialga