So like a leaf, with a transparent white stem that had been battered by a storm; frayed fluff and separated barbs in shades of silvery gray, ochre and indigo. If I hadn’t been looking down I might have missed the feather.
I wondered if the bird who lost it, missed it, or if it took its passing as a commonplace event, like clipping one’s fingernails.
I picked it up and headed home with a lilt in my step; me and my tiny single wing.
©kat – 28 January 2017
Written for an essay writing exercise at the Roanoke Regional Writer’s Conference – 28 January 2017
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January 29th, 2017 at 2:25 am
A lovely post.. 👍
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January 29th, 2017 at 2:29 am
Beautiful!
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January 29th, 2017 at 3:17 pm
Thank you. It was a quick 10 minute exercise. Loved this class! 😊
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January 29th, 2017 at 1:15 pm
Perfect! (as long as it’s not an eagle or owl feather) 🙂
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January 29th, 2017 at 3:11 pm
Nope. Just a random everyday bird feather. 😉
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January 31st, 2017 at 7:05 pm
Awe. And Fantabulous! 🌹🌹🌹
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January 31st, 2017 at 9:22 pm
Thank you Dorna. 🙂
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