The sisters of the bishop sell candies
in the shapes of birds and animals,
treats so delicious that I learn
to trade skillfully rhymed words
about those sweet creations
for sugary treasures,
which I gobble
with pleasure.
Sometimes the sisters
show off my poems
about doves and lambs
to other children,
as examples of work
that deserves a reward,
but I don’t think of poetry
as labor, when each rhyme
about a parrot
or a panther
is so much
fun!