Blue

Blue

In this world are many creatures,
Large and small, with various features
Like the carbunculous gnu
Or the multi-feathered cockatoo
But none of them can beat the best
Even a talking digeridoo
Would still impress, far less, than Blue

Some fly the air, or swim the coast
Some walk, or squawk, or just make toast
Some are spotty, it is true
Or decked with stripes from nose to queue
But not one comes even close
To replicate the splendid hue
Of the one, that's known, as Blue

It's said Blue came from distant lands
Emerging from the desert sands
But then deciding to make do
With being found ‘mid me and you
(That’s certainly what’s been supposed
But nobody knows if it’s true
Nobody, that is, but Blue)

Blue isn't she, he, it or they
No other name describes the way
That cobalt presence fills the view
Sightings are so very rare
It won’t work if you stand and stare
Glance sideways, in a field of dew
Perhaps, just then, you might see Blue

But then, best not to speak or touch
Communication’s not as such:
If you can pause, without reproach
It’s said that, then, Blue might approach
And even give a little hug
But then be gone and leaving you
Wondering if it was Blue.

So should you ever be in need
You might find that you’re Blue’s next deed.
Blue never comes to those who wait
But might appear, if you’re a state
If you don’t know quite what to do
Don’t wait, don’t look, but know it’s true
Blue’s next hug could well be you.