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

molting,

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

stillness,

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

works.

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

You.