The Odd One

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With butterflies fluttering in her head,

A child so lost in her remote dreams,

A silent smile upon her cherry lips,

As the mellow wind sweeps her hair burgundy.

The open window so rustic and old school,

A table and chair modeled from oak wood,

Chitter chatter, chitter chatter reverberates through the classroom,

By 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 reposeful observing,

She blooms like a wallflower, or perhaps a lily.

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His opinions stood out like a sore thumb,

Tagged and bullied, each day he grew more numb

Avoided by sundry, surrendering to shame

The odd one out is he, in this unfair game!

He does his best and keeps on pushing

Oh! so tragically his spirit keeps diminishing,

This vacant vacuum deep inside his heart,

Opens wider, wringing him apart...

Why? He ponders by the emerald lake,

Caught like a butterfly in a moth's cage,

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

Echoes this desperate child's voiceless scream!

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Black and grey patches with a hint of white,

A little girl kitten lost under the lamppost light,

The midnight shadows creep upon her feet,

Mother! Mother! She yowls and weeps...

A litter of four was seen by the store,

A mother with a coat of greyish snow fur,

With three little kittens, plus one hidden by her feet,

Always at the beck and call of her three tiny seeds.

The family's scapegoat was the black little kitten,

A wound too deep! Her brother's had bitten,

So her mother took her to the city outskirts,

Licking her one last time her nose and her whiskers.