Wind had blown.
Shook the branches.
And had the rain fall.
Yellow feathers, fell upon the sidewalks,
And Waved along with light and shade a carpet.
A carpet in the regard of each passenger that strolls by.
But passengers hasten by.
Remotely revere the carpet.
Nescient, immersed within the flow of happenings.
Unwittingly, couldn’t pay a glance.