The lightest touch
of a feather so small
so warm
was the beginning
of an adventure
never to stop
but who ever knew
never told
that obstacles were thrown at our way
the feather got lost
ripped from our grip
torn apart
who ever knew
the feather got even smaller
colder
our time together was done
all the hugs
all the laughs
turned into screaming and scratching
who ever knew
Not I
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