Sharpy Feather

Sharpy Feather

You crept in my bed

this morning, light and

 full of love.

Snuggled under

around and in

the rumpled downy fluff.

You startled,

and giggled, and

pulled from your head

soft poky stuff.

"Look mommy,

a sharpy feather,"

you held out your hand

in awe.

Gently, you breathed

life into the down . . .

up, up, it swirled,

and all around

it floated, hung . . .

and hovered in our fondness . . .

slowly turning and

twisting toward the ground.

Attempting to

seize the downy gift,

Your quickness

launched it 

up and around again.

Up it swirled . . .

and then . . .

gently down . . . 

the upward gift

settled slowly and

nestled in between our love.