Feather
A bird overhead
Flaps it's delicate wing
Flies from its perch
On the backyard swing
And, oh, the bird
To its nest it goes
Leaves behind the thing
That fills old pillows
Quick as a flash
The child picks it up
Laughs and twirls
As giddy as a pup
She sticks it behind her ear
And skips to the house
But opens the door
Quiet as a mouse
Alas, the door squeaks
And, coming down the stairs
Her sister, brother
Who surely didn't care
About the way that she felt
Or the way that she tried
To keep a bird's feather
From their prying eyes
Fast as a cheetah
And sly as a fox
They stole the treasure
Locked it in a box
Oh she cried and cried
All day and all night
Wishing she had a key
To the source of their might
Many a treasure they had taken
From the sweet little one
Hoping to break her, harm her
And ruin her fun
But she wouldn't break
And she sure wouldn't sway
For she knew that the bird
Would come back the next day
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River Flow: Poetry
PoetryHR: 289 This is my book for a 30 day writing challenge-esque camp for Poetry. I hope to complete it all. All of these poems will be my original work, and my favorites will be moved to my regular poetry book.
