Feather Island Poem by AHO Speaks

Feather Island



They gather every afternoon for their social foray
To come here just about the same time every day.
They mill around and seem to chatter about
Some seem to hawk a lot and some even shout.

It is a grand old time on a grand old place
Four young palm trees that adorn this island face.
There are all kinds, types and species
For so many birds; ther is not one dropp of feces.

I would say the average party must be at least ten fold
Can some one tell me how much that is; for I have never been told.
The guests come in all colors and dressed to the nines
Now that number I understand; for I have heard it many times.

The social has its moments of silence as tho they are in prayer
Some are so big they could put on a horror show and really scare.
It looks like the business meeting is about to start
The circle of difference is fast coming apart.

One late guest is flying fast and coming across
He looks as old as the venerable computer system; called DOSS.
Here comes the leader with wings spread wide
Now all the guests are laughing and crying and bumping their sides.

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