Tuesday, September 6, 2016

For My Father-in-Law


He was tickled
by the feather
edging out of your
the one you hadn’t
placed there.
He plucked it
with a chuckle,
this whisper of whimsy.
All you saw was the
glint of his amusement
ruffling the smooth 
appearance of another 
same old day,
as he teased a tuft
 out of your stony reason,
freeing a bird.