First Sway

The quiet air stirred my back. I did not rush. Slowly, I flexed my hind legs and felt cool blades of grass press into my paws. I lowered my raised tail just an inch, testing the weight of it. A dry stem brushed against my flank. I stayed still, listening, then gently tapped the green turf with one steady claw. Life arrived without a sound, solid and grounded.