Deep inside a sunset on the very edge of a cloud, a rumpled little angel sat her curly head was bowed. So easily ruffled her gossamer wings. She tried smoothing them down with her finger. But one tiny feather floated free out of heaven! It paused, but didn’t linger. It fluttered straight down to an old-fashioned garden, where it settled beside the back steps. Curled underneath very hungry and cold a kitten was hiding he was not very old… A gentle lady a bit lonely and frail, tended that garden each day without fail. She was slowly descending those steps. The Gold Feather quivered just enough; where it lay. The kitten reached out persuaded to play. The Feather then glowed; like a miniature sun, guiding her carefully to find the young one. She cradled him so tenderly he snuggled close to her, up the steps they went together and she thought she heard him purr. That evening in the moonlight a warm breeze changed the weather, as gently it lifted and flew home the Golden Feather. -M. Kennedy
