Saturday Surprise
Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.
Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family.
He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly!
He loved flying around his garrett room, with its ivied, bare windows;
Where the sun set in pink magnificence, before emerald stars imposed.
Friends were frequently charmed by Poll, among avian's best dressed!
He was fun and fascination, like the post storm rainbows, unsuppressed.
Rain's footsteps left freshwater puddles, along fragrant fields and roads,
In springtimes of family visits. At pink moon dusk, of crickets and toads.
Poll lived in the house of freedom, for he often flew away, only to return.
Green plumed Poll was trained thusly, as aged, maroon stars, ever burn.
Lemony clouds and succulent grass, seemed to beckon, on Poll's street;
And sweet highs and lows, scattered silent moments, of summers fleet.
Poll visited nests of new neighbors, in their backyard trees of sunshine;
When saffron noon was noisy with chatter, midst veiling leaves of lime.
It was a time of 'orange carpet' creeping, at dusk of plum, 'crepe myrtle',
And 'blue globe' thistle rotated, as crowds danced to 'honeysong purple.'
'Spider cluster' chrysanthemums crawled, in a luscious, rainbow of colors;
As 'wild berry' coneflowers ripened, in the scented smoke of late summer.
Poll and Addie had tea one Saturday, when Poll saw a fallen apple, nearby;
And flew out the window for a few bites. But, returning, gave a startled cry!
Poll had an unwelcome visitor, who had eaten nearly all his toast and tea.
Addie then rushed from the garrett room, to alert the rest of their family!
A little brown mouse was visiting, his steps retraced, via another window;
For Poll's outraged verbality alarmed him! He'd rather feel the wind blow!
The mouse had entered by a window, next to a trellis, covered in pretty ivy.
Father closed that window permanently, and Addie brought tea and berries.
They seemed to enjoy that tea party more than any other they had before.
Like red-gold sun sparkles after storm, when tawny blooms crowd the door!
'Little Poll Parrot
Sat in his garret
Eating toast and tea.
A little brown mouse
Jumped into the house
And stole it all away.'
Copyright ©
Evelyn Judy Buehler
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