The Feather

I watched a feather falling
And land upon the floor,
And nothing so enthralling
Had met my eyes before.

It seemed so all-forsaken –
As friendless as can be.
I could have been mistaken
But felt it needed me.

And so, with due discretion,
I picked the feather up,
As if some prized possession,
And placed it in a cup.

It serves as a reminder
Life’s good but could be kinder.

Photo by Gabriella Clare Marino on Unsplash

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