Friday, April 28, 2017

Feather weather


It flew out of my pocket-
                      the white under feathers
                                      floating everywhere
                      in tufts of downy orbs
               aloft and aloof
          making May
all dande-
lion.

The baby birds have begun to bloom,
                      the cats smell them out
                      and bring them home to me
                limp and plucked.

they seem proud,
if I May
speak for felines

looking to chat
                             about lambs and lions.  



Image credit By State Library of New South Wales collection (taken 1945) [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

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