Tomfoolery
He was tickled
by the feather
edging out of your
conversation...
the one you hadn’t
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,
appearance of another
same old day,
as he teased a tuft
out of your stony reason,
out of your stony reason,
freeing a bird.
