Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Drop In

I was just sitting in a tree,

When suddenly a breeze did blow,

And off the limb went falling me.

Down in a flower I did go.

Bright hues of yellow, orange and red,

The flower's colors matched my eyes.

That tree above could wait, instead

I'd wait a while to see if flies

Flew to the flowers so I could

Have lunch, I asked the flower if

My staying a while would be good.

The flower stayed silently stiff.

I tried to have a dialog.

I guess this flower can't speak frog.