The Odd One

With butterflies fluttering in her head

She looks lost in a faraway dream

A silent smile upon her cherry lips 

The mellow wind sweeps through her hair.

The open window so rustic and old school

A table and chair beside of oak wood

Chitter chatter echoes in the classroom

My students like cookie cutters in their set groups.

The odd one is one of the extraordinary

A bird so colorful and full of mystery 

Inconspicuous while with repose observing

Like a wallflower, or perhaps a lily.

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He stood out like a sore thumb

Gloomy and depressing he was tagged

Avoided by sundry, surrendered to shame

The odd one out in this unfair game.

He does his best and keeps on pushing

And so his very spirit keeps diminishing

This vacant vacuum inside his heart

Opens wider gobbling all his willful thoughts.

Why? He ponders by the lake

Upon ahead lies another soulless day

Why can't I fit in? What is wrong with me?

This desperate child's voiceless scream!

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Yellow striped, grey patches, and a hint of white

A little kitten lost under the lamppost light

The midnight shadows creep up on her feet

Mother! Mother! She yowls and weeps.

A litter of four was seen by the store

A mother with a coat of white fur

Traveling along bridges and under creeks

She answered every call of her tiny seeds.

And among them was this little kitten 

A wound too deep! a male cat had bitten.

So her mother took her to the outskirts

Licking her one last time her nose and her whiskers.