Day 21 - The Painter

The porch light flickered in the wind the doorway was ajar.
And all the people in the inn had drifted from afar. 
They came to see the painter show her artworks to the bar.

She stood right by the window, the people gathered round. 
She lifted every one aloft, right off the stony ground. 
They marvelled at the artistry of this young star they'd found. 

The first painting was kittens, all acting rather cute.
The next a massive horde stood on, just watching folks play lutes.
The third was of a mother duck, with ducklings followed suite.

Each one was really different. Whence did these ideas flow?
To think of it who was she, and at night where did she go? 
They would have been far more amazed at those she didn't show.