Feathers are like
d r e a m s.
They fall
slowly.
They fall
softly.
They make you
think
everything is
okay
when it really isn't.
I find feathers
facinating.
The way they
sit silently
at my paws.
The way they
fill
the
hole
in my
heart.
The way they
w r a p
me in a
blanket so
tight
it feels as if I am forever
c o m f o r t e d
in their
wings.
Cats like to stay by
the forest.
I prefer to stay with the
birds.
Birds grant me the
gift
that I wait for.
The feathers.
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Feathers {Story by Briar}
Short StoryF E A T H E R S Have a way of making everything seem so perfect But are never perfect themselves. Time stops. Hearts race. All is quiet. There is peace hidden within the F E A T H E R S
