Birds (poem)

The feather

Upon a bird

A bird free

To travel

Near and far

To their heart’s content

The horizon is not the limit

 

Nothing to grapple on to

Held up

By the wind

and the working

of their own wings

 

The feather

Upon a bird

Flew around the world

Then laid to rest

On the ground

And returned to the earth

From whence it had came

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