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.