Saturday February 10 2024 Why Sonnet
ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Iambic Pentameter
I felt the feathers fall to the ground
Their passage slowed as wind swept by
They spiraled round and round
I didn’t know the reason why
But I felt their eyes stare my way
The crows that knew me once as one of them
In a way that meant they wouldn’t stay
I was more than once a friend
In a way we were as one
Their nest held five
I rescued one so hopes were high
In my house the same number thrived
So when Jimmy surrounded by feathers lost his life
I heard his family caw so loud I felt their strife
SO THE THEME OF FEATHERS. Light weight, lost occasionally, seen on the ground, once lifted an amazing life to heights, through distances, no one could imagine. Lately Crows are seen as life itself, intelligent, family oriented. All of which I didn’t know until I tried to write this small bit for my class on Digital Story Telling. I should send the piece to Anne, and still I haven’t started what I need to do for my class on Monday. I guess I am as light as a feather in a different way.
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