Scattered Feathers Poem by Grant House

Scattered in the morning
Up there high on the hill
Truckee river far below
Another storm coming in
White feathers everywhere
Such a fight it must have been
Went on for a good long while
Who knows what happened
For that noble bird
It became her time to go

Whatever fight you put up
Make it worth it
Leave your feathers strewn
On the ground
Up there on your own high hill
Leave them
Torn out against your will
As another storm comes in
And covers what's left of you
With snow

Let it cover those exquisitely beautiful
Fine veined feathers
Preened and cared for
Now turning in the breeze
In the mountains
Another storm is sweeping in
Become that storm
Let your spirit fly
What's the use of wings and feathers
When you have become the wind