Today I have become just chaff… As light as I am, I get blow away for even the slightest whisper.
Before I became a tiny part of a large down comforter I was plucked away from a graceful swan.
Her large strong wings took us to distant places, migrating to temperate spots to get away for the cold. She was graceful, kind and gentle, she laid her eggs in marshy lakes where tall grasses grew. When the time was right she sat and kept her eggs warm and protected. Soon they hatched, several of them. Like all mothers, she cared for her young, feeding them, teaching them and finally letting go of them, to live their lives as free as a bird.
But unfortunately for her, she was captured for someone’s fancy. They rudely used her for her feathers, and I happened to be one of them. I was washed, cleaned up and treated with all sorts of chemicals, and was bundled up and set to a factory. There they stuffed us into cloth that make a great big comforter. It looked wonderful and fancy.
I know I keep bodies warm, but do I deserve this fate…
What do you think?