From a Feathered Friend
A bird flew up to me
And plucked a feather from her wing
She said, "Here, it is free,
"and this bottle of ink. Go write something,
"Put away your keyboard, lay aside your pencil,
"Use my feather as your writing utensil."
Copyright © Riley Ryleigh | Year Posted 2025
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