Dear Blue Feather,
You were a gift from Brother. I love your little black stripes. I love that you were found and not purchased. I love that you are a real feather from a real bird, not something dyed or fake. I love that you are tiny. I love everything about you and that is why it saddens me that you have gone missing.
Last time I saw you was on Thanksgiving day, when you were tucked safely into my jeans pocket. I have not seen you since. I will continue to search for you, even if it means combing the entire apartment inch by inch. I will not rest until you are safely displayed by Pink Feather and Little Starfish.
12/16/10 Update: I FOUND YOU!!! You were hiding in my boot this whole time :)