Polka Dot Feathers!

I laughed when I picked them up in my yard, where they had been left by the cat.  

I liked them so much that I hung them in my house.  Now I smile every time I look at them and think of God's finger dipped in white paint.  His little, teen tiniest finger.

I wonder if the cat was laughing when she saw them up close. I'm pretty sure the bird wasn't.