Write a definition

in the cornfields,

tell me exactly

what feathers wield.

To you, they’re merely

feathers, the equivalent of hair.

To someone like me,

a love letter with words to spare.

Feathers share a message

only ones who look for it can find.

Stories behind the black and white

and poking, do you seem to mind?

Feathers

drop

like

a

penny

in

a

fountain.

And the birds that dropped them,

are better than both women and men.

Love you birds,

keep sending the feathers.

Distract me from reality,

keep me safe from weather.

Feathers are a message,

will you look next time?

Don’t steal though,

but enjoy the rhymes.

but

feathers

fly

away

too

fast.

Stupid of me to think

birds will be the song that lasts.

Can the feathers come back?