In the moonlit night, feathers whisper soft,
Carried by the wind, they drift aloft.
Secrets of the skies, they gently bear,
Floating silently through the midnight air.

Each feather tells a tale from high above,
Of soaring eagles and the doves’ tender love.
They dance on breezes, light as a dream,
Illuminated by the moon’s silver gleam.

In the stillness, their presence is profound,
A delicate beauty in the absence of sound.
They flutter and glide, a graceful flight,
Painting the darkness with strokes of white.

Feathers, silent messengers of the night,
Bearing whispers in their flight.
They remind us of the freedom we seek,
In their silent journey, the night they speak.