Feather

There is a girl who loves a rock
Tethered so, she cannot stray too far.
But
She is not a beast or a faerie;
She is a feather,
And feathers float forever,
Until they come to rest
In the arms of a collector,
Or caught in the grass
Of a white picket fence.
She is a feather,
And feathers cannot settle, tethered to a rock.
Feathers settle only when
The current allows.
She is a feather,
And feathers should love the wind.

But this one loves a rock.