A Feather's Story Poem by Manukgr Bltzak

Smoothly flows the sparkling water from the spring,
'You could not step twice into the same river' they once heard Heraclitus sing,
'cause everything changes like a bird's feather is swinging in the wind

The hounds are barking but the feather is still high,
tiny soldiers are marching but few of them want to fight,
since noone ever knows what is wrong and what is right

The feather is now travelling through the night,
the owls are the guardians and grab it they might,
their eyes have seen a lot but they keep this knowledge to themselves,
hidden from dark spirits, the fairies and the elves.

'The diamond jemmy was once stolen by those spirits', some decent trees confessed,
and they broke into the piper's house like the crawler sneaks in the rabbit's nest,
but the spiral floor was dazzling and some secrets were left alone,
grinning like the snow who's not ready to go with the flow,
for the mountain is what it still calls home

Those were all the feather saw and heard
when from the safety of his brothers' and sisters' company it finally fled

Now it lies on the ground waiting for the call of mother Earth
or a passer by to take it home as a symbol of wealth