My feather bird is green
and has horns
And when I throw her
she won’t fly
She’ll slide
Because my feather bird
stays still when someone is watching
And hides.
My feather bird has wings
like a crescent moon
And when she flies
up to the clouds
she soars
Because my feather bird
has somewhere she’s trying to go
Someday.
My feather bird is small
and soft
And when I hold her
I can’t feel her
at all
Because my feather bird
is made out of nothing
But dreams
My feather bird is mine
and fragile
And when she waits
she gets weak
and scared
Because my feather bird
sometimes loses her wings
and breaks.
