Was surprising in that it lay flat
Against the ground so the wind
Rolled over it without catching
While a bleeding child was carried
To safety but there was none
He didn’t know whether to watch
The child or the feather to see
Which one would fly off first
When the only bird he had seen
Around was a mockingbird
Which didn’t seem to belong
Somehow with the child playing
In the street but by the time it dropped
This feather the child was already gone
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