0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987, 1597, 2584, 4181.
The Star in the bird
Upon a tray, the bird lies,
Wings outstretched, beneath dim skies.
A glinting star breaks through its chest,
A cruel beacon, its final rest.
Pins of red hold time in place,
Trapping shadows, freezing grace.
Blood beads linger, a fragile plea,
A stark reminder of mortality.
The scalpel waits, its silence loud,
A ghostly whisper in the shroud.
Each feather dark, a secret keeps,
While sorrow in the stillness weeps.
What tale does this tableau weave,
Of flight, of loss, of those who grieve?
The bird’s heart, pierced by the light,
Falls silent beneath the endless night.
The Star in the bird
Upon a tray, the bird lies,
Wings outstretched, beneath dim skies.
A glinting star breaks through its chest,
A cruel beacon, its final rest.
Pins of red hold time in place,
Trapping shadows, freezing grace.
Blood beads linger, a fragile plea,
A stark reminder of mortality.
The scalpel waits, its silence loud,
A ghostly whisper in the shroud.
Each feather dark, a secret keeps,
While sorrow in the stillness weeps.
What tale does this tableau weave,
Of flight, of loss, of those who grieve?
The bird’s heart, pierced by the light,
Falls silent beneath the endless night.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987, 1597, 2584, 4181.
The Star in the bird
Upon a tray, the bird lies,
Wings outstretched, beneath dim skies.
A glinting star breaks through its chest,
A cruel beacon, its final rest.
Pins of red hold time in place,
Trapping shadows, freezing grace.
Blood beads linger, a fragile plea,
A stark reminder of mortality.
The scalpel waits, its silence loud,
A ghostly whisper in the shroud.
Each feather dark, a secret keeps,
While sorrow in the stillness weeps.
What tale does this tableau weave,
Of flight, of loss, of those who grieve?
The bird’s heart, pierced by the light,
Falls silent beneath the endless night.
