Feathers

It's curious, how I'm found
                 decrepit but for the raiment we wove.

And the wait,
      I find myself so close to a confrontation
                 we all come to, yet no.

I'm sure there's a messier way to do this.
           

The fox found the nest.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you until we get to know each other.
                  I'm a good date."                                           

--So this is how it goes.

"Tell me what a mistake this is
           while I pluck your feathers with my teeth." 

Some people find god in the trees

                        science in the waves.

I found chickadee bones in my backyard
                                  on a bed of feathers.

Tell me what a shame it is
           how I'm only making things worse.

I found your arsenal and I won't hurt you if you show me
                                  what's in your jacket
                                                        I won't say a word.

I think the goose in my playpen was a fox;
         I didn't yet know any wild things.

Author's Note

I'm trying something new; the structure of the lines, breaks, etc is very important.
Enjoy.