Of a Feather

Today,
The mockingbird explained
How not to be afraid.
The hawk
Soared high
When I asked for a sign.
The egret has shown
How to stand on my own.
And I never believed I could fly.

Til I died.

Destroyer

It never fails. I place this feather anywhere that Mintkey can access it–whether she’s there to see or not–and she’s got her claws on it within five minutes. No respect whatsoever.

Also, the hunk of black conical shaped object is something called Black Sun Orgonite that Briley brought from home. I find it fascinating and I’m not entirely sure why.

As for the feather, it’s going back on the top shelf, far from the clutches of mischief itself.