A Day Full of Yellow
On a sunny morning of October
I sat near the yellow windowsill,
watching a canary swoop
onto a branch.
I lifted the yellow curtain,
and tossed a piece of pineapple.
Suddenly, a yellowhammer swooped down,
fighting the canary for the prize.
I threw a piece of banana—
the canary hopped quickly toward it,
while the yellowhammer
stole the pineapple.
More yellow birds
rose from the grass,
holding daisies, sunflowers,
and marigolds in their beaks.
I stepped outside,
eating a mango ice cream as
I watched a bee
pollinate a hardy chrysanthemum.
I’d stare before walking
back into the house,
pushing the yellow door open.
I’d sit back by the windowsill,
watching the birds fight over food,
and hop across the lawn with flowers
in their beaks.
I’d then go to the kitchen full of yellow,
as I’d cook some pasta,
and sprinkle some light-yellow
parmesan on it.
I’d then chop some banana,
place it into a cup,
before bringing my meal to the windowsill,
as I’d place the cup near the edge for the birds.
I’d watch the birds chirp,
as they grabbed a fruit,
and swopped down to a branch,
where they munched on it.
I’d watch the shinning sun,
turn yellow-then lighter-
then sunset, until it was gone,
replaced by yellow stars dappled across the sky.
I’d turn to the birds-
which were mostly gone,
into their bird nests,
and most of the banana gone.
I’d stare for a moment,
before standing up,
and walking up the yellow stairs,
and plopping on the fluffy yellow bed.
I’d hear some yellow crickets,
as I’d look out the window,
before turning away,
and sleeping.
THE END