MY HEART IS MADE OF FEATHERS

‘’My heart is made of feathers’’,
The mad parrot woman said.
‘’I have feathers in my heart and soul,
Feathers in my head.’’
She knew that people laughed at her,
And talked behind her back;
But her love of all things feathered
Would never falter, never slack.
Her world was made of feathers,
Of the birds that she adored.
The smirks of open ridicule
She simply just ignored.
But as the months passed into years,
The laughter, it grew less.
They all began to listen
As she spoke so proud, shameless.
Very few would understand
But they began to realise;
That her devotion to those birds was real,
Acceptance was her prize.
For it meant that people realised
She would never hide away.
For the birds that suffered, the birds that died,
Her voice was here to stay.
Her world was made of feathers,
A place of loneliness, she knew.
But if her human friends walked off;
Her feathered friends stayed true.
Her world was made of feathers!
And with tears, her eyes did glisten
As finally, the world laughed less,
The world began to LISTEN!
‘’My heart is made of feathers!’’
The people heard her cry.
And to her joy, they didn’t laugh….
They stopped, and asked her ‘’WHY?’’…

By Anne.M.Kenyon