Clover in the Shearling

Puffing softly as my fuzzy paws dragged the acorn cap through the screen crack... gasp! The hallway was so warm and quiet. Right beneath the coat rack, a forgotten shearling earmuff was lying curved like a fluffy white crescent! I took a breathless pause, holding the brass clover tag tight against my tummy. When I tumbled forward—flump! My round tummy sank right into the soft woolly cup. The little acorn stand nestled flat between my plush feet, clover pointing up like a tiny golden star. Leaning my chin against the curved band, sigh... our lucky charm is tucked in for the night.