Timmy-My Bird

His beak is as pointy as the thorn of a rose bush
He has claws that are as sharp as a cheetah’s reflexes
His feathers are a rainbow after a stormy day
He is a clown during the day,
but he is as protective as a guard, during the night
His skin is soft like a silky pillow
He glides through the air as if the wind were carrying him
He is as fluffy as a stuffed toy
His eyes plead to be let out of his cage
The tap of his feet on our wooden table resembles the patter of the rain on your window.
Timmy is as noisy as a house alarm
His cheeks are a rose blossoming the spring
He is as friendly as the warm sun in the morning
A boy’s best friend.