While feathers,
are often attached to little Birds,
who will sing through storms,
the purpose of those feathers
is to lift up and help leave
at any sign of threat.
Sometimes this is a tactless human,
who flights the thing with feathers,
further up the tree
and sometimes it's a change of seasons,
when the thing will rise and leave its perch
and so, the souls songless season.
Even here there is hope, I suppose.
The coldest, cruellest, loneliest winter
gives way to a spring
in which formations of formative things with feathers,
return with a new tune,
to sing.
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