A Vibrant Indian Girl

This poem's in ABAB form (except for the last line) and, as most of my other writings, has exactly 100 words.

There was once a colorful Indian girl,

holding up a feather from a peacock.

Their hues were so intensely swirl(ed),

since that wing was from a vivid hawk!

 

The young child was just so vivid.

Her body's many colors were so vibrant.

She looked as if it made look gifted,

and she the cutie would just migrant!

 

While the feather she was holding was bright,

her skin was the same as its glow.

The little Indian was gave sight,

seeming as she was making a show!

 

As the Indian was so flashy,

so was the feather she held up!