Poem: The Balance Feather

Many feathers show us flight;
One thinks of wings and skylines,
But the feather of an ostrich
Would curse you like a grounded plane.

I’ve been on this search for feathers;
The one that means them all;
The fires of the phoenix;
The waters of the penguin;
The earths of the ostrich;
The winds of the sparrow.

I look and search and find no bird;
I look and search and find all birds,
‘Cause every bird has the balance
Of their own distinct tail feathers.


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