Someone posted this little bird
And before I'd even read a word
I was drawn to these gentle hues;
Maybe not ones Gauguin would choose
But 'I like the colours'. Yes, she said it.
It hadn't loaded when I read it.
As the picture moved on down
I was surprised to see just brown!
I had expected something bright,
Some yellow, red or green delight,
Something to flash and flare and flurry,
Something to grab me in a hurry.
Something to jangle and distract,
Something vivid, action-packed.
She mentioned 'colour', I thought 'paint',
Something wild, without restraint.
Then, when I saw this little fellow,
With his feathers mild and mellow,
With that gentle, autumn brown,
With that snowy touch of down,
I thought 'subtle' and I could see
I 'liked his colours', as did she.