Unfettered Feather

Here I am, just a leaf, a feather

Unchained and unchanged by the wind

Sliding idly by. A dog barks, waiting for me

To lift off the boy's bike where on his seat I recline

He still notices me, waving my fingers to him

But the boy doesn't care, asking him to stop his yapping.

Ah, the breeze greets me with a pat and now I am loose on the puff of air.

Lifting higher I still gaze for his blue bike

Who is now stuck within the bush, where he had fallen off and a blood clot

On his leg makes him tear

I am just a feather, unfettered and free.

This poem is about: 
My community


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