ADHD

If there was ever a

Pigeon searching for

A hole in the ground

It would be here

Inside the greenest bucket

Of a place.

Where mice scream

At the stars

And wonder if blueberries

Smile

Or chat about the latest gossip

About orange and strawberry,

And papers write their own

Words with a plastic spoon,

Where hair and cars had feelings too.

And, I guess, where rusty shovels only like pink flowers.

What would this place be?

My head.