Picking Up Feathers

Going on a Treasure Hunt!

A treasure hunt for something special,
Something excellent, something rare.
A valued gift between kindred spirits,
a wise friend who understands and cares.

The beauty of nature found on a beast
dropped unknowingly, left behind.
Unimpressive when worn by its owner,
but striking when worn as one of a kind.  

I don’t make a habit of stalking wild turkeys,
but a mission I was determined to fulfill;
an unflawed tail feather was all that would do.
Not sure how to get one without resorting to kill.

Aha!  As luck has it, turkeys seasonally molt.
A few loose feathers began to appear.
I’d search and find them on morning walks,
But the elusive tail feather remained out of sphere.

I hunted and sought, long treks I did take
Following rafters of turkeys all over the place
Then one day it happened, I found it by chance.
A gift from a tom turkey lost in a mating dance.

A perfect feather delivered and gifted,
my friend had a gift in return.
Time together and Saskatoon pie
is a gift even a turkey can’t earn.