A quick little felted brooch.
It seemed like a good idea at the time
but the scale is all off.
These must be Pterodactyl eggs.
I'm likely to tip over sporting this on my lapel.
Or an actual bird will feather on my chest.
It's only a matter of time before I wear a potted plant on my head
and call it a hat.
I feel the slope slipping.
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