Every Feather

Every feather
Whether it’s tattered or torn,
Begs the question,
Is there something more
Something more to this being,
That many do no know,
Many are not seeing,
Its beauty and rarity,
No longer admired,
It’s ownership, no longer desired,
Cast away and left to rot,
With so much uncovered,
With such little time, forgot
Fading away into the earth,
Discarded and unobserved, unrealised, unheard,
Disintegrating into the soil to feed the worms,
A portion of life given so another can learn