Resting on the front lawn
A yellow crested cockatoo feather
I swish it around dancing
A sudden tremor
Seizes my hand, goes up my arm
As the volutes of the feather in the air increase
I feel the upsurge of air flows
The desire to open large my wings
To soar with the wind for the joyous freedom
To cross above the river, hunt for the horizon
To screech to the sky my loneliness
Is the feather's magic strong enough
To carry me away on its flutters?
The pull is so strong
The feather escapes my grasp
Flies away on the breeze
And I find myself solidly grounded back
By my two feet on this base world
Where I belong.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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