This is my little attempt at the challenge to write something about a feather and a green velvet glove. I’m not sure exactly what the challenge was because I missed the article pertaining to it, and I think I should have left well enough alone since I don’t know what I am doing.
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I saw a red bird winging by
Against the azure summer sky
A blood red feather drifted down
Softly rested on the ground
Sweetly it swayed about my feet
Misty red and crisply neat
Oh, Look a carriage comes this way
A pretty lady pale and fey
Raises her hand as if to wave
In her green velvet glove
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