The Feather
By BTA
The Feather
He is so light and beautiful
He glides, at peace, through the trees
He knows not of anything
Save his elation, and calm
Buffeted by the gentle breeze,
Taken clear of the shadows
And finally settles
On the gentle Earth
The man comes, and sees the Feather
He is picked up, most gentle by the man,
And is tied to the man's stick.
The man puts him to another stick,
A stick tied with string
Pulling at the twine, the man lets the Feather free
And now the Feather can fly!
He soars over what was once his slow world,
And he sees a beauty, a beauty to rival even himself
A creature of radiance, a beautiful deer,
Peacefully eating in the glade.
The Feather streaks nearer, and he is there,
But heading so fast, so fast to the deer
And now his deer
His lovely Dear
Is lying down, and he knows that she will never eat again
The man has used him, that wicked man,
Who he thought so gentle.
Angry,
Anngry,
The Feather is angry, but what can he do?
He calls for help, help from his forbears.
Comes his saviour, a black form, talons gleaming,
Who
Swipes
And cuts the man, and he hurts him so
But the wicked man flights another feather, one of his sisters!
She screams, as she heads towards the saviour,
She knows what she is doing is wrong,
But her knowledge could not stop her, and the saviour is struck
He must escape, all know this
With her last breath, the deer thanks the saviour, but it is too late for her
And so the saviour leaves her
And the Feather
Now the feather is alone
No gliding
No soaring
No elation
He can only cry
As the Saviour and his friends
Return to eat his Dear
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