Feathers

The plover guards her lonely nest,
in pairs currawongs fly away
into the blue, searching.
Flowers fragile lullabies
rock angel’s rest
before returning to heaven;
musicians at night
keep eternity at bay;
a feather, meanwhile falls
into an empty nest.

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