The Feather Poem by Mike Shanahan

I found it drifting in the wind
I saw its vibrant colours in my mind
I found it soft and hurt and picked it up
I held it to my breast and felt it breathe
My feather, floating in the Wind.
So soft, so gentle and Oh so beautiful
My feather rich with living colours bright
Yet so fragile.I must be careful lest I break it.
My feather, lifting, breathing life.
Reading the pulsating updraught from my heart
Lifting my mind and soul unto precarious heights
This mystic, playful and myriad coloured thing.
Should my feather feel the stormy night
Seek shelter from the darkness and the gale
I will but hold her to my breast so tight
And pray I do not break her fragile heart.