Three Wise Monkeys

Three Wise Monkeys sitting in the antique shop,
My eyes drawn as to a rainbow in the sky,
The rustic look of the brownish black colour,
Surrounded by other ornaments,
I bought it with the change in my pocket.
Walking out of the shop so proud,
Carrying the special objects in my hand.

Now they sit on my shelf mysterious and tall,
My star lights around them,
Flashing on and off,
Illuminating their form.

Three Wise Monkeys sitting in my room.