Glitter fell like Snowflakes

Onto the finished Painting

Poetry walked through the Door, face serious,

And scrutinized the Artwork.

I wasn’t sure until I spotted

A thin smile on his face,

He softly complimented me, and left.
 

I grinned, lips tight as a bowstring

As I sent my friend, Glitter away.

I called for Frame and, hastily

She came eager to be put to good use.

Nail and Hammer I sent for next,

And breathing hard, they slammed the door.

I told them that Poetry approved

And they screamed with giddy joy.
 

After they left I spun and twirled,

Admiring my work, I told Paintbrush:

“You did so well!” And, blushing, she smiled shyly.

Poetry, again entered

And I hurried to get the Door.

He handed me another Canvas

Then immediately left.

That’s when I called for Glitter.