The Treasure Map

Dust motes danced in golden light, In Grandpa's attic, what a sight! Old trunks and toys, a rocking horse, A forgotten swing, of course!

A boy named Tim, with eyes so bright, Was searching for adventure's light. He coughed and sneezed, then with a shout, An old, brown map, he pulled right out!

“The Treasure Map!” it boldly read, With pirate skulls and inky dread. Then squawk! A parrot, green and bold, “Ahoy, Matey! Treasure to be told!”

The map unfurled, a crinkled guide, "X" marking where the treasures hide. The parrot, Percy, winked his eye, "First, find the tick-tock, reaching high!"

They climbed the clock, all dusty brown, Then Percy chirped, "Now look down!" Beneath the rocking horse so grand, A riddle whispered in the sand.

"What has an eye, but cannot see?" Tim pondered, happy as could be. "A needle!" shouted he with glee, "The needle points! Now follow me!"

They followed yarn, a winding trail, Past dusty books and rusty nail. The attic air, so thick and sweet, Led to a box, a sugary treat!

No gold doubloons, no jewels untold, But candy wrappers, brave and bold. A chocolate stash, a rainbow mix, The pirate's treasure, yummy tricks!

Tim laughed aloud, a joyful sound, The best adventure he had found! With Percy perched upon his head, "Next time," he said, "we'll search for bread!"