A bird flies gracefully through the air
Swooping in and out of the clouds
As the bird veers to the left one of its feathers comes loose
The feather drifts aimlessly
Spiraling to the ground
Moving with the wind
The air blowing through it as it moves about
It reaches the earth
Coming to rest under the shade of a mossy oak tree
Grass moist from the early morning dew
Blades of grass cling to the feather
The feather is nestled like a baby in the arms of its mother
As the bird continues to fly never noticing a missing feather
