Tragedy of the Missing Little Feathers
Lost in free flight while not thinking
Birds have been known to fly right
Fluffy white feathers fall off
Detach from the wing in slow motion
Fall ever so gently so innocently
Earth is their destination
Slow, non-emotional, drifting light things
Flow to and fro to the movement
In air, velocity means everything
On oceans miles away
Waves find a path to destruction
Cold winds, feathers lift, drop in
Go limp, drown, then sink
Lost in free flight while not thinking
Birds know to fly without missing a beat
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