The First Feather
I found the feather
You dropped on my doorstep.
It was beautiful—
Crimson red
and royal peacock blue.
I looked up at the sky,
squinting to filter the sunlight.
I waved,
and I thanked you.
I taped it to my wall this morning.
When I gather enough,
I’ll string them onto a dream catcher
of my own creation.
Until then,
I’ll just sit back
and admire its beauty
for a little while.
You dropped on my doorstep.
It was beautiful—
Crimson red
and royal peacock blue.
I looked up at the sky,
squinting to filter the sunlight.
I waved,
and I thanked you.
I taped it to my wall this morning.
When I gather enough,
I’ll string them onto a dream catcher
of my own creation.
Until then,
I’ll just sit back
and admire its beauty
for a little while.