feathers on a path…

Walking on a path, cradled in a holloway, tree branches curve across overhead

Sunken into the land, green banks of foliage, tree roots, holes in softened bark

Parallel to the road but hidden – the old way, quiet footfall

Looking down underfoot a drift of feathers, quite still

Hues of blues, greys, white and a hint of yellow caught my eye and held it

A pathway for a bird of prey