When a feather finally
f
a
l
l
s
down to
the ground,
I
d
i
p
my head
in thanks for the
feather.
The birds just
keep
on
flying.
I then
pick up
the
delicate feather
and take it to
the sea.
I sit at a
s m a l l
pool where
water is held,
and I
carefully
place
the feather
in
the
middle,
watching as it bobs
p
u
and
d
o
w
n.
A
wave comes
splashing in,
taking
the feather away.
I sit in
s i l e n c e,
watching
the feather
float
in
the
sea.
I
w a t c h
as it
d
i
s
a
p
p
e
a
r
s
and leaves me
alone.
The waves
c a h,
r s
a sound so
heartbreaking,
it seems as if
all
is
lost.
As the
sun
s
e
t
s
I see a figure
approach
me.
I know it's
Reedpaw
without even
l o o k i n g.
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Feathers {Story by Briar}
القصة القصيرةF 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
