There was a feather on the ground beneath the overpass.
It was a feather that I found half-hidden in the grass.
It sparkled in the day light. How could it not be seen?
It must have fallen in the night, or sometime in between.
I felt I could not keep it. It truly wasn’t mine.
I'd try to find the owner. I'd give the birds a sign.
I took it home to be with me and tied a ribbon on it.
I tied it high up in a tree, a sign to show I found it!
I watched it in the sunshine, then in some rainy weather.
But no one came to tell me they truly owned this feather.
So, I took it to my room, to live with me in there.
I tied it to my window 'cause it's happy in the air.
Perhaps the feather wasn't lost but simply left behind.
A gift for me from feather-friends, left just for me to find.
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