The prompt for today was to write an acrostic poem, but one where the first word of every line formed some kind of sentence/phrase.
I chose a quote from Claice Lispector.
Do night birds watch you in your dressing room? Ever weary of wrinkles. Suddenly crows feet loom, find their source, rub them out. It is only the brush strokes of time. strange, night-bird lines To resign is to transform. Be wiser now, act your age. Yourself, a night bird in a cage.