Downy and white
The feathers took flight
Floating on their journey
Passing that old wooden park bench
and the laughing children at play
Tossed to and fro
They continue to go on through the morning
visiting the teetering tauter
only to be sprung back into motion
soaring over the daisies just under
to a swing back into action
Then suddenly it happened
They took a good landing
on a smooth sweet pond
cascading over the familiar stones
that lay firmly just below
Remaining streamline Further they glide
Until a sudden disruption stirs the murky waters
Spinning them out of control
and farther they go sailing on
toward their original destination
Back to the the bird with no name
But home just the same
as they left it