Breanna: Persona Poem

I stare out the window,

just like every other day.

The blues come by to give me candy.

The whites come to pick my brain.

I tell them about my friends,

like the spider in the corner,

and the ants on the window,

and the butterflies outside.

The butterflies tell me the weather;

today it is sunny and hot.

The ants tell me to leave them crumbs;

today it is hot apple pie.

The spider doesn’t say a word;

she eats my bugs, my dreams.

The spider is my sinister friend.

Below is the window I pictured in my mind while writing this.  I picture the ants as being in a long line, marching across the window sill, the spider sitting in its web in the corner, and the butterflies flitting around outside, occasionally landing on a branch near the window to "talk" to the girl.