A Dove’s Feather.

The setting sun and the pleasant weather,

The wind brought to my feet a dove’s feather.

Sitting there with an Eco book,

I picked it up at an instant look.

I gently took in on my palm.

As it shivered with the north breeze;

I told it- do not worry,

I am a friend of yours, so be calm.

Then suddenly with an instant pace,

It flew up against my face.

I tried to catch it again,

But it flew up high

So the effort went in vain.

I ran a few steps behind,

But my courtesy it didn’t mind.

I noticed it flying a few yards ahead,

It entered the lake crossing the fence;

Where two dove lay head on head,

Spreading love deep and dense.

There it settled besides the two,

And gave the water it’s august touch.

With its touch the startled water did freeze,

But the feather headed north with the breeze.

I guessed it moved on and on and on and on…

Till dusk turned to dawn.