Walking through a neighborhood churchyard, I saw this beautiful feather lying all alone on the grass. It seemed so out of place there, in the middle of that manicured lawn, that I had to pause to take a look. The feather was perfect, untouched, as if it had gently floated out of the sky.
Sure, the neighborhood has plenty of waterfowl. But this was nowhere near a pond, lake or creek. This was a freshly mowed lawn, in a quiet, serene churchyard.
I’ll leave it up to you. Goose feather?
Or angel wing…