A pile of gray feathers on the living room floor
Makes you look at the cockatiels in the cage,
the one you resuced in particular. He is not ill, just
Is your conclusion, much to your relief.
It’s late fall, which requires new feathers in subdued
colors, because the upcoming winter requires hiding in
Not brightness, and focus on gathering the harvest from the
recent autumn. The new growth causes pain and lack of
appetite because the stillness requires many inner
You sweep up the feathers to cast them outside.
Maybe a bird or animal will use them as winter nest
Insulation. Then you realize the one who is molting is
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