Second feathers come. And some are plain, but soft and grey, and some are ragged but all are sent with care. And then there is a package, from Jessie in Sligo, and although we have never met I think perhaps we might.
From Inky crow, magpie and pheasant. And then two more, and a wish.
“Blessed by the four sweet winds
that cradle the earth
and the fifth wind- the wish
for quickening in new wings.”