A few days ago I found a pile of feathers near one of the birdfeeders. I examined them closely and wondered what bird had lost them. There were quite a few, so I don’t think it ended well for the owner. What was the story behind them, I wondered?
I took a few feathers inside to compare to online pictures and descriptions. Since I know which birds are frequent backyard visitors, I narrowed down the choices quickly. But, I’m still not certain which one offered up those feathers. I did find out, however, that it is illegal to keep the feathers of non-game birds, so when I was finished with my poem I returned them to nature. I recently wrote a picture book manuscript that mentions a child repurposing bird feathers she finds in her backyard. Maybe I should rethink that story.
Who’s been here?
A mess of feathers leaves a clue.
Brown and black that make a stripe,
Of gray and white.
Was it dove
With her woeful coo?
Or maybe wren, with his
I wonder –
Did they get to say goodbye?
Margaret has today’s Poetry Round Up on Reflections on the Teche. Be sure to check it out!