A Snap of the Beak

My wings felt tense, but then my feet shifted on the smooth wooden grain! I snapped my beak open, tasting the warm morning stillness. Right beside me sat a tall, fluffy white-and-pink rabbit. Taking a quick hop closer, I tapped the silky pink bow on its chest with the tip of my bill. The ribbon fluttered lightly, and I stood tall on my claws, scanning this wide flat ledge.