I gather feathers the young duck lost

In a narrow miss with a cat.

This was the sacrifice that it made,

A little bald spot on its back,

A small price to pay

To live another day.

And it kindly left it's feathers here for me.

I represent the bumblebee,

And on behalf of the flowers and snakes,

I accept this token.

It reminds me of what it will take, today,

To live, to move, to claim my existence,

And beyond that, to abound,

While joy falls all around my head like rain,

And water flows over what's left of my feathers,

I'll quack happily,

As all my buckets overflow with the victory of survival.

-jenn