So they then have been cast
grappling with present past.
Down soft to touch yet
must be shed
in honor of flight
that sends them high.
Feathers of breed different kind
fight to the death
defend there young
knowing all well
that some such fights
will shatter the nest
none then may know
freedom of light called flight.
Tender there young doth they
enjoin the bond they stay.
Mighty talented in flight
magnificent sight.
The regale of such makes
you take a deep sigh
perhaps have you thinking
looking for one of the reasons
the sky is still there.
Trading places without care would I
Uloia Norris Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-feathers-rain-down/
