On a fallen sparrow

Look you, O My human, upon this lifeless form which is lain before you upon the lintel and know that I, Stella, She-Who-Lays-Patiently-Without, do hold the very threads of life within My paws.

Let the tiny messenger of Horus convey in its now songless matter that Great Stella, at this time of the Waning Moon, does strike without mercy even unto those whose twitterings beguile the humankind.

Let it be known that none may peck free of care at the fatted nut and hanging mesh, for so unto all corners of this Garden does My Dominion stretch.

Let all go with Right Caution through My Lands for I, Stella, have deemed it be.

May this My word be inscribed in the tongue of Bird also.

So let it be written! So let it be done.