A Feather.. Poem by ms.poetic to be johnson

They say birds of a feather flock together like when flying down south when its change in weather..As they look down to land on the ground they set everthing is the enemy or harmful in its ay.. as they hear or feel the fear in ther wind they choose to fly away as hard that trends to something that mends apart of their body and slips away without a care, no! they never notice.. no it dont depend on hte bird or the color, that lies so lightly on the ground, the weird smell of the breeze takes it away to wherever it destination may be, thats why i wish a feather i could be... As im walkin down the street to my destination it lands right in front of my feet, dont pick it up a shout screams.. so blow away then thats why i wish a feather i could be. In the winds choice i come and go as i please! there sent from above with the bird i fell from the.. it amazes me.. thats why a feather, a beautiful, poisoness feather i could be..