I found a feather in the grass
under the oak tree.
It was carelessly tossed
into the green below,
by some poor bird
in a state of confusion.
Mr. Gray-and-White cat
sat close by, eyeing it.
I quickly scooped it up.
As I walked across the yard
towards the house, I wondered...
How many more did I need
before I could take flight.
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