"A Púca is an Irish benign creature of Celtic folklore,
notably in Ireland, the West of Scotland, and Wales."
The Púca
His was not a large White Rabbit,
his was a gray Hare,
gray whisked with gray tufted ears.
We all need a Púca when we are lost children
and children can get lost at any age in a long life.
The Púca creature would comfort the child
when neglected or abused.
The giant grey Hare would hold him tight
in its warm untactile, yet strangely strong arms
until he cried all the pain out.
Sometimes the Púca appeared
as a fuzzy floppy pup,
but he was always ten sizes too big
for its chosen appearance.
His Púca had baby-blue eyes
and smelled
of rain-washed mushrooms.
When the boy was older
he confided in his parents
about his peculiar animal entity.
In no uncertain terms he was told,
that weird relationships
with fluffy paranormal creatures
were just a mental aberration.
Doubt entered his young mind
and with that doubt
his giant friend began to fade away.
Slowly he matured,
quickly his eyes grew blind to wonder.
Sadly he grew up to be
the same
as all we other everyday monsters.
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I was on the shore of Maui
And the sky was royal blue;
Perhaps it was a lighter shade
Though impressive was the view.
And the cotton floating overhead
Put my restive mind at ease;
As did the puca and the palm
And the trade wind's gentle breeze.
In fact it was so picturesque
The emerald peaks, and beach;
I considered staying where I was,
The sea just out of reach.
But the turquoise sea was calling
Till it fell upon my mind,
That I would be more greatly blessed
If I left the beach behind.
So I turned to the horizon
Quite unsure of what would be;
But Lord, the wonders I beheld...
Though it took the sea, to see!