No sorrow, only joy

Photo by Juan Manuel Sanchez on Unsplash

Morning Captain, 

Gothic mother of pearl, shimmering in the high summer sun.

Tippy-tap go their feet above the metal roof. 

Shrieks and quarrels fill the air all for a prized sandwich crust. 

But a present for me, left askew upon the apple tree,

two feathers, no sorrow only joy.

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