Shadow Wings

I tucked my back paws right into the blue ribbon's curve... just to test the night fit? The golden thread held fast against the wood, and the speckled feather arched quietly over my head like a roof. I paused, listening closely to the radiator's soft, rhythmic ticking across the room. Outside the chair's dark hem, a warm amber sliver from the hallway light cut across the floorboards. When I tilted my head, the feather's slender quill cast a long, swaying shadow right against the timber—flapping like a giant, quiet wing every time I nudged it with my nose! A private little puppet show before drifting off, don't you think? #Willa&Gus&Hexi @amigorumisumi_710