One Special Feather- One Specific Rhyme
The large feather floated in the thermal air
twirling and swirling up and down, round and around.
Where has it come from, what’s it doing there?
In wonder I scooped it into my cupped hands
gently blowing on it to see the *filoplume quiver…..and
as I lay it on the grass, there are birds all around
they noisily fight over such a find, the victor thinking it’s grand
I hope it will be used to line a nest then all can share
*filoplumes arise exposed beyond the contour feathers on the neck.
Penned 7 November 2016
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