Message by Quill

Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt,
It also doesn’t bite;
Come one, come all
There’s a message inside.

Written with the gift of writing,
Read with noble eyes.
Why are you scowling?
There’s nothing to despise.

Unless you’re trying to read,
The message I gave to you.
What do you think it says?
Everyone sees something new.

Important or not,
Say what you will.
But holding in my hand,
Was a beautiful feathered quill.