Even in Winter
Even in winter,
I see a feather
on the ground.
The grass is brown.
The dirt is muddy.
The one left behind
rests comfortably
in its new space.
If it is hurt, the
wound doesn't show.
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Even in Winter
Even in winter,
I see a feather
on the ground.
The grass is brown.
The dirt is muddy.
The one left behind
rests comfortably
in its new space.
If it is hurt, the
wound doesn't show.
Links
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