Golden Treasure

I thought I saw

 yellow swallowtails

flitting past

flying in a cross formation.

Then I recognized

this treasure rare

was four goldfinch

flying there.

     Do your eyes often see things differently than what they really are?  You'll see a face in a crowd and think it is a friend and as you walk toward them, you realize it isn't. 
     I often misread signs when I look at them quickly.  Usually it is with a humorous result.  For instance, I'll see a sign that cautions, "Be careful walking up the stairs," and I'll misread it as, "Be careful walking up the stars."  It does instantly take me to a poem I want to write about walking among the stars.
     So here is today's challenge--write a persona poem from the voice of the sun or the moon, or even a star.  Perhaps you want to have a conversation between them. What do they see?  Do they get tired doing the same thing day after day, night after night?  What do they do for fun?
     I hope you have fun writing your poem.  Please share your verses with me in the comments.