DRIFTING FEATHER

Dominic M Sangma

As he lie under the shade of the unknown tree with ‘Seiobo There Below’ resting on his chest and his head pillowed by his hand, his eyes catches a white feather drifting in the air, as it slowly lowers down in circular motion towards him he stretches his hand to catch it, he carefully examined the feather trying to guess the name of the bird, as he does that he hears a whooshing noise fast approaching from somewhere and before he could realize its’ source, something falls in front of him with heavy thud,  trembling the ground on which he stands; imprinting its’ shape on the soft grassy mud, he was stunned to see a bleeding angel moaning in agony with broken wings and its’ feathers smeared in blood mixed with dirt.