Rainbow Bird

My pop had a bird,
It is as bright as the sun.
The grass is as soft as a cat.
The bird is as old as moses.
It’s my pop’s grandma’s bird.
Then I look, it’s cooking my memories.
The bird said to me in my brain,
Pop is going to be safe in me.
When I stop looking at it the memories,
Are going to be cooked to be eaten.
Sometimes I get as sad as I get.
I go and be a busy bee.
The memories are in the air.
Going to be deep in my brain.