The Goose Feather

The Goose Feather

I was driving out the driveway

The brown and fluff caught my eye

Against the backdrop of drying green grass

I came back much later

The Sun had set, darkness coming quickly

I went back to where I first saw it

There it was, still caught in the grass

I picked it up at first with delight

Then felt my heart fall a little when I saw

The distal edges were worn and torn

Yet then I thought

Why this disdain? Why this sadness?

This sign is here to remind me of great goodness

And simply because it doesn’t look the way I thought

I almost discard it

Why this disdain? Why this sadness?

There is something amazing

About treasure hidden in the field

No matter what sight it yields

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