‘Twas a feather in white,
As it glowed in the morn light.
It fluttered in the breeze,
Sans haste, utterly at ease.
On my lips landed a smile bright,
Like a moon in a starry night.
The man yonder giggled,
Like jelly his body jiggled.
The boy’s brown eyes bore into mine.
They were like red wine.
Unperturbed, the feather flitted Zenlike.
I marvelled at its ability to polarise.
In a world ridden with many a mope,
It doled out laughter amidst hope.
P.C – Marija Zaric from ‘Unsplash’