Whose Feather Is This?

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #125

Fox and Feathers

Smells somewhat like
a bluebird I once met.
He flew off before
I could get to know
him.  This feather
is too big.  Maybe 
it belongs to an eagle, 
too big for a seagull.
Eagles are powerful,
not afraid of
any other bird.
If I was an eagle
I could fly 
to distant places.
That would be fun, but
Mom and Dad would miss me.
I'm still a pup, you know?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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22 Responses to Whose Feather Is This?

  1. robtkistner says:

    Fun Sara! I had the same impression, that the little guy might fantasize about flying… 🙂


  2. coalblack says:

    Awww, the little cutie!!!!


  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    This is sweet and wonderful Sara! A delight to read!! Love love love this!!


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Little fox dreaming–a lovely poem. 🙂


  5. Truedessa says:

    If only, he could sprout some wings for the day!


  6. Sherry Marr says:

    I love “I’m still a pup, you know?”


  7. Susie Clevenger says:

    The wisdom and dream of youth…beautiful


  8. Helen Dehner says:

    Love that you spoke with the voice of that little fox ……


  9. qbit says:

    Cool. I like the aspirational little kit!


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