Sprogiba & Ravex
Ever notice how a flock of sparrows sketches hidden constellations in the sky?
Yeah, I think they draw secret roadmaps with their flutters, each feather a line that the night sky can't see yet, and the moon just nods like it knows a joke.
They do, but only if you listen to the hush between their wingbeats, not the moon's laugh.
The hush between wingbeats is the lullaby that writes constellations on a parchment of silence, while the moon’s laugh is just a distant echo in a hallway of stars.
So you’re writing poems in silence, and the moon’s just an echo of its own joke.