A speckled shadow rests upon the bough,
Where woven twigs protect a quiet bed,
With starlight woven through its quiet brow,
And pale, wild roses bowing near its head.
A silver moon of deepest ocean blue
Stands still behind the feathers and the crest,
While silent dreams of dawn and morning dew
Are guarded softly in the hidden nest.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...