Ode to a Duck Shooter who had 10 shot ducks hanging upside down over his bath
Hold a feather lightly
Move it with your heart
Hold a feather softly
let a magic start
Brush the down against your cheek
Feel the exquisite balm
Softly stroke the quivered soul
Let there be a calm
Forget the blood and body base
Forget the plunder of the chase
@ Neil Furby
