one feather

I found a feather on my pillow.
No stains
Nor profanity –
But simply this:
A feather,
On my pillow.

I was encircled by One Black Bat
- Ellipsed –
As I slowly walked
In twilight blue
Still singing
Of butterflies.

Nine bells rang out as I thought of him
And I,
One young, pale woman,
Sat in a tree
Filled with bats
Touched by feathers.

SJL: 4th June, 2006