Feathers

 


I. fanned peacock
tail; feathers
adorn like
Sunday's best
dressed; prancing,
strutting in show
hoping to win
his mating call


II. floating following
the winds ways
twirling, spinning
falling, lifting
gambolling midair
landing at water's
edge, patiently
waiting to be found


II. floating following
the winds ways
twirling, spinning
falling, lifting
gambolling midair
landing at water's
edge, patiently

waiting to be found


Links:

Hair: Truth Hair
Clothes: Blueberry



Poem: "feather" by Sandra Poindexter





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