Word of the Day Challenge: Helpless

I am a slave to my camera. I can recall smiling when I found this feather. The sheer perfection stopped me in my tracks. I cannot help myself when I see the extraordinary, in the ordinary. It is usually the mundane that catches my eye.
It is past 11 pm as I write. My neighbours have just jumped into their pool with a big splash. The night is warm, the moonlight bright, their laughter, young and helpless.
And there I’ll leave you …
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
Perfection!
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