Feathers are the mark of flight
Though not required
Though not unique to
Still they are the symbol and mystery
Of travel in the skies.
Feathers speak to dreams and fancy
Calling to the spirits of wanderers
A siren song of freedom
Such as we may never know,
To soar the great blue
To dance with muscle and feather
In a three-dimensional world
Where air fills our lungs.
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