Dancing with a Bird

A peck at the keyboard,
one letter at a time
all day she sat brainstorming
for words and perfect rhyme.

A special project in her lap
needed lyrical finesse
enough to make you tap it out
with poetical prowess.

At five, she decided to
take a break and surf.
She headed to the union's
creative Wednesday turf.

A prompt she saw of dancing,
she gladly joined right in;
got caught up in the music
recalled a stage full of sin--

Billy Idol, (her teenage idol),
was dancing with himself;
his voice, a vision, took her back
to hidden bottles on a shelf

sneaking into concerts
with a bag of dear Jim Beam
banging to the blasted beat,
a wild side she'd never seen.

And while she sat reflecting
at her desk, with Idol on
a sweet bird started chirping
to the rhythm of the song.

Right outside her window
she could have pet him like a dog,
he sung along with Idol
smashed romancing with his fog.

And then she knew exactly what
her poem would be about;
the day she danced beside a bird,
while Billy Idol sang and shout.



Prompt inspiration~ NWCU- Wednesday Wake-Up Call