I Saw A Nebula Of Feathers

They say we’re made of stardust.

That every atom in us comes

From faraway, from eons past…

The other day I looked down

On the swirling patterns

In an autumn marsh.

I saw a nebula of feathers

From a predator’s repast.

Spiraling on a galaxy of grass.

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