Excerpt from the poem "Feather"
The feather floats down on a gentle breeze...
The boy works up his resolve and goes at it with gusto
it slips past his little fist mocking the boy's youth...
He could walk away and forget about it...
but if he continues to try...
The feather eventually lands on the ground...
he feigns victory over the now lifeless feather
which has become a feather in his cap;
no one the wiser of how it was captured,
only that it was.
