Feathers

I may like to wear some leather,
But I wouldn't wear some feather.
Nor would I pluck and pull
One for a quill.

I understand the need
To have the feathers preened,
And realize it's a must:
To keep them free of dust.

Without the feathers your wing
Will flap, and whine, and sing,
But you'll still be on the ground
Where danger can abound.

So, in order to keep you aflutter,
I'd sooner rather stutter
Than take a feather key
To aid in speech therapy.