My treasure trove 💕

Dropping from a birdies nest high up in the tall trees

As the Daddy blue tit checks his little coloured vest, feeling a trifle ill at ease

But all his feathers seems intact, so it is not one of these

And yon flimsy bit of fragile fluff flies away, blowing to and fro

Nobody knows where it has come from nor where’er it will go

One second it wafts up a-height, then the next it drops down below

As white as a winters day amidst a falling of snow

Perfect, pretty plume are you sent from up above?

Can you really be a message from a heavenly Angel, passing on love?

Or have you simply fallen from the boughed branches,belonging to a collared dove