Feather

Feather

Leaving a feather
—the tiny winged
creature flew into
the dense forest.

I left a lock of
hair and trekked into
the brush.

Days later
—I returned.

The lock of hair taken
—the feather still there.

I picked it up placing it in my cap.

It was then I heard the bird’s
song…I joined in.

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