Distractions

That wacky two bush hand bird of fancy
Was always perched just outside the window...
Making academic successes chancy,
Like equations, or essays by Rousseau.
Its feathers were too brilliant to ignore;
It even squawked in all the richest hues!
Sometimes it sang and other times would soar...
High above concentration's avenues.
It flapped and fluttered to keep me focal
As blunt reality spake..."excusez-moi".
I heard the rude gallic in its vocal
As my attention suffered coup d'état.
     ....What's this? All along it was NOT a bird,
     But Sir Metaphor's...helmet plumage coiffured!