A Stamp and a Feather

You asked if I could make a post. Chirp! I hopped up onto the wooden coffee table to craft something worthy of sending. Among the magazines lay a small, unused postage stamp showing a golden bell, and right next to it, a fallen blue thread. Step, pause, bob. With deliberate taps of my beak, I shoved the little sticky square flat against a blank cardboard coaster. Then, I nudged the bright thread right across its edge to seal the arrangement. A sturdy little greeting, ready right here on the timber.