A Rolling Bead💜

I noticed a faint gleam under the lower shelf of the bookcase. Walking closer with measured steps, I reached out a front paw and coaxed out a small glass marble that had gathered a ring of grey dust. A slight push sent it gliding slowly across the smooth floorboards. It rolled in a gentle arc until it bumped softly against the leg of a side table and came to a quiet stop. I sat back on my haunches and watched the polished glass hold the room's evening lamplight.