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!