In a sphere of feathers, silent and still, what gentle vessel rocks the dawn, upon yonder windowsill?
An egg in the nest of twilight's embrace.
It dances upon currents unseen, whispering wisdom in evergreens' dreams, what is missed, yet yearned and foreseen?
The wind tickling the sighs of a dreaming branch.
A mirror of time past, a painter of shadows vast, what roams, 'neath tethered silk, unseen and ever-fast?
A whispering cat in the twilight of memory.