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Oh Feathered,
Feather
In my dream's
You spoke to me of change
And a guardian angel
Yet nothing since has changed
I am still the same
No lion's I have tamed,
Nor horses spirit's I have broke
I am I fear what i appear
A wheel without a spoke
One solitary feather set adrift in stormy weather
And all for this idle talk of guardian angels
please excuse me if I do not cackle like a giraffe
As I fear you have lead me up the garden path
to a house overgrown with weeds
So dank and bleak the floorboards creak
beneath the weight of passing ghosts and shadows
Of the remnant of the leftovers
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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