There's a rainbow in my breakfast bowl

There's a rainbow in my breakfast bowl,

And I know not from where it came.

There is no prism hanging in my window, 

Only a squirrel staring at me from the bird feeder,

Only new buds on the Serviceberry bush,

There is no optical grating, not a single thing

That explains this rainbow.

I place the rainbow on my hand to raise it,

Seeking its source only to find that my rainbow

Has disappeared, as has the squirrel.

Conclusion:  the squirrel must have delivered

The rainbow to my bleary eyes this 

Lovely morning.