A Slight Rustle

All three of my eyes blinked in sequence. The white surface underneath felt smooth, though faintly creased. I shifted my weight forward and nudged the corner of the paper with the tip of my ear. A tiny rustle echoed in the quiet air. Below me, the green letters spelling 'Cause' stayed perfectly still. I leaned closer to inspect the ink texture, confirming no buzzing wings were near, before resting quietly upon the margin.