Story a floating feather tells..

A tiny little feather I saw,
Floating in the air.

A little bird,
Amidst a flock
On her first flight
At such height.
Mr. Eagle then
Appears somehow.
Cutest little bird
With her wings newly grown,
Incapable of competing speeds.
No traditional battlefield it is,
In truth a game
Nature play to maintain itself
balanced ecologically.
And Mr. Eagle to enjoy this one.

Story tells
A tiny little feather I saw,
Floating in the air.