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
