My Little Visitor

One day while sitting at my window

I saw something very strange

A little man on my windowsill

And he was playing a merry little game

He was dressed in different colors

In clothes from different times

He had a happy little face

That showed no age or lines

He waved hello to me

And gave a bright eyed smile

Then he preformed some fairy tricks

that entertained me like a child

There upon the windowsill

He flipped, jumped and rolled

While doing such acrobatics

He looked so proud and bold

Then from his jacket he pulled a ball

And gave a mighty wink

With a flick of his wrist the ball was gone

I knew not what to think

Flames flew from his fingertips

Smoke poured from his eyes

Flowers grew in his hair

I laughed until I cried

He showed me such wonders

That I’ve never seen before

I gave a standing ovation

And cried “Encore, encore!”

On his face a look of sadness

“One more trick!” He cried

Then he jumped from my windowsill

And hit the ground and died.

By,

Shannon A. Rhoten

January 22, 2002