A Baby-Blue Roo
I saw some baby kangaroos
when last I visited the zoo's
Australian centered avenues
and they were awfully cute.
They frolicked without any care
for those who had the time to stare
and thus were largely unaware
of cameras in pursuit.
Though there was one that I did not
see playing with the younger tots
around the vast savannah lot
and he was awfully blue.
Not just in attitude, but hue!--
his fur his fur was boldly blue--
his tail his ears--I never knew
that nature could this do!
Because of this the other joes
had not the friendliness to show
that sad cerulean roo and so
amongst themselves they played.
I was so angered by their lack
of courtesy that I came back,
beneath the moon and dappled black,
to where the blue roo stayed.
"Hello," I said to him as I
outstretched my hand to where he lied.
He greeted me with tearful eyes
then leaped into my arms.
There were no riots or boohoos
nor word of missing kangaroos
when last I tuned into the news
to view the world's alarm.
To be unique is not a crime,
but when no other has the time
to recognize just how sublime
you are is awfully sad.
I stole that little roo away
from roos who wouldn't let him play
because of his unique display
and he
was awfully glad!
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2010
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