Feather
A perfectly shaped feather
Waiting to be found
Brown, black, and deep burnt red
A pheasant's loss my gain
Waiting to be found
Brown, black, and deep burnt red
A pheasant's loss my gain
I proudly carry it
Keep it close
As continue walking Molly
A treasure found
Keep it close
As continue walking Molly
A treasure found
Boyish curiosity awakens
In a simple discovery
Beauty and softness
In fading light of day
In a simple discovery
Beauty and softness
In fading light of day
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
A feather I found walking Molly.
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