A place for tomorrow

At bedtime, Nora found a feather
in the pocket of her coat.
She meant to show her brother.

She set it in a little red bowl
beside his waiting boots.

By morning there were spoons to find,
a sleeve turned inside out,
rain at the window.

The feather waited.

Her brother stopped.
“Where did this come from?”

The spoons could wait a moment.

They held it to the window.
A hundred little branches
caught the morning light.

“Shall we look for the bird?”
he asked.

Nora reached for her coat.