The Drifting Feather by
Maddie
The
spine flows like a meandering river,
So does the floating feather in the wind.
The
stripes are like a raccoon’s body,
Black
and grey pushes the white over the moon.
Feathers
drift off everywhere, except for one,
The
young feather sits there,
Unable
to move.
It wishes it could fly,
It
had lots of friends
Not
anymore,
They
grew up and left it,
All
sorrow and alone in the mud
wishing
it was old enough,
Wishing
Wishing,
Wishing.
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