THE LOST FEATHER

By M. Marie

There was a feather on the ground,

Beneath the overpass.

It was a feather that I found

Half-hidden in the grass.

I wondered who had lost it,

A he bird? Or a her?

I think I’d truly know if

I lost my flying fur!

It sparkled in the day light,

How could it not be seen?

It must have fallen in the night,

Or sometime in between.

I felt I couldn’t keep it,

It truly wasn’t mine;

I’d try to find who owned it,

 I’d give the birds a sign.

I took it home to be with me

And tied a ribbon ‘round it,

I tied the ribbon to a tree

So, birds would know I found it.

I watched it in the sunshine,

And...in rainy weather;

But no one came to tell me

That they owned this feather.

So, I took it to my room,

To live with me in there;

I tied it to the curtain;

It’d be happy in the air.

And every time I saw it,

I remembered...even I,

Who wasn’t born with feathers,

Could hope and dream and fly.