Whispering Aviary

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A creature stirs, with feathers soft as gray. The bird's wise gaze, like ancient secrets, holds A mystic language, whispered to the leaves of old. Its plumage, layered, like the petals of a flower, Unfurls a tale of beauty, in each subtle hour. The golden beak, a symbol of the sun's warm kiss, Guards the heart's deepest chambers, where love and dreams dismiss. In this still life, where art and nature entwine, The bird's presence whispers truths, both divine and kind. The leaves, like rustling pages, turn the tale of time, As the bird's soft feathers rustle, a gentle, ethereal rhyme. In this serene tableau, where light and shadow blend, The bird's beauty shines, a beacon to the soul's deepest end. With every glance, a story unfolds, a testament to life's grand design, Where every feather, every leaf, is a reminder of the beauty that's divine.