Falling Hippogriff Feathers

By Deborah P. Kolodji

Gleaming gold in the sunset
feathers dropped
falling like autumn leaves
into the treeless pasture --
souvenirs of her son.

His feathered griffin sire
now a distant memory,
Zeus graced their farm
visiting her mistress,
one forgotten spring.

Flight soared beyond
her ground-imprisoned life
as she drank from the river
standing apart
from the other mares

watching the sky
for feathers.

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