Saturday, June 22, 2024

These Precious Feathers

I saw your gentle peace
each day we passed through,
so this quiet picture of a beautiful you
now rising to higher skies,
calls me to bless
your precious feathers left behind.
Turtle Dove,
you lived here with your family,
resting in the garden and nesting in the trees.
I know you flew on to live anew.
Still I cry as I softly bury you.
I cry as I bury you.

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