Feathers

Dancing softly in the wind,

Falling from the trees above,

Indigo streaks lighten the dampen gray,

The blue birds mark falls,

So beautiful to see,

Their waltz through the air,

Gently tumbling and flipping,

Falling,

Looking up to see,

The bird from which they fall,

I see no beautiful little blue bird,

But the hawk who picked it off.