You were here

On the way to my mailbox

I saw this feather

sprouting between the grass blades in my lawn.

Half in shadow, half in light

A reluctant imposter

doing a poor job of blending in.

I wondered briefly about the animal who left it there

to live out its days

disenfranchised and alone.

A relic of a kingdom still present

like some kind of cruel joke.

So I sat down beside it

and listened to all the other birds chatter wildly overhead.

I stared long into the street before us

and when the clamor grew quiet enough

I looked down upon the feather

as if a headstone and said:

You were here

and so was I.

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