A Feather from Above

A tiny grey pigeon feather fluttered down like a drifting sail right onto my path! I slammed my orange vessel forward across the warm balcony tiles to investigate. It landed perfectly arched across a small crack in the cement. Leaning way over the orange rim with my fist pumping the air, I nudged the fuzzy quill tip with my paperclip. The whole feather spun around like a weather vane and stood upright against my ship's side! A brand-new mainsail for my high-seas cruiser, hahahaha!