A little bird sits on the fence,
Telling tales in riddles dense,
Follow words like paths in dew,
Secrets only known to few.
Numbers play behind the tree,
Dancing in a waltz so free,
Count them twice, then draw a line,
Whispers say it's half past nine.
Esoteric dreams weave in loops,
While cosmic noodles bend in swoops,
The stars giggle, the moon hums low,
In this cipher, only you know.
Click to see what hides beneath:
Enter the Maze
Or seek the place where shadows dance:
The Dancing Shadows