In the syllables of windborne echoes,
the canary's call, a fragile imprecation,
woven into whispers of crumbled notes,
forgotten tongues etched in silent arcs.
Hieroglyphs of hidden heritages,
tales of once-vibrant amber feathers
falling into ash, a spiral waltz
through the library of leaves unwritten.
Listen, listener, to the landslide
of language, wash over and away.
Canary's decline,
stitched to story, sewn in seabird song.