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A Single Feather
I was sitting in the meadow,
under my favorite tree.
waving my arm in the air,
ideas coming to me.
I knew there was something out there,
I knew I could open my mind.
I shifted my position to a rock,
even then my eyes shined.
I wanted to finger draw like all the other kids,
but how could I trade for all the supplies?
I clutched the ink in my hand,
and I closed my eyes.
Then something soft landed,
I looked to see what is was.
It was a single feather...
But why make such a fuss?
Unintensionally I took the feather,
and dipped it in the ink.
I wrote my name on the rock,
I didn't need to think.
My eyes opened wide,
and I head for the door.
I picked up some parchment,
lying on the floor.
I need not draw,
with my fingers now.
But not to brag,
I looked up at our cow.
I drew miraculously,
and fast too!
I could make,
the world anew.
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