A feather was given to me by a crow.
The crow looked at me sideways.
I pulled yellow,
I saw myself at 80’s.
I pulled blue,
I saw none but I felt all of the fear I felt
through all my years.
Felt all the range of rage,
to all my loneliness of all my sorrows.
My immediate and relatives
the ones who loved me,
On a whim of a breeze, I feel the last feather
Shown a color of what people are,
shown the true test of a person’s love and affection.
why even bother to give when one can not even leave
his ego behind,
and ends what a past can hold.