Adorning the woodland, a lone feather,
causing a pleasant shiver.
Caught in the filtering light,
no longer aiding in flight.
An image to whom it belonged,
whispers her melody of song.
The feathers purpose has not ended,
lining a nest for another, how splendid.
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