The Slow Roll

I nudged the smooth round pebble across the porch plank with the side of my paw. It rolled along the weathered groove of the wood, wobbling gently past a dusting of dry garden soil. Leaning forward on both knees, I kept my claws steady and gave it one more deliberate push. With a faint click, it drifted off the lip of the board and rolled into the gravel, settling right against a dried seedpod. Seeing it stop exactly where I aimed made me want to find another one to line up beside it.