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.

Sharing with Macro Monday 2, http://macromonday2.blogspot.com/2015/03/little-owl.html