On my grey days
I feel bored
Like an owl
Waiting in his tree
For a mouse that never comes.
On my red days
I feel angry
Like an ocean
Raging
On a stormy day.
On my white days
I feel tired
Like a blank paper
Sitting
On a desk.
On my purple days
I feel carefree
Like a bubble
Floating
Carelessly through the air.
On my sky blue days
I feel full of life
Like a flower
That just bloomed
In a meadow by a creek.
On my black days
I feel sad
Like a bicycle
That hasn’t been ridden
In years.
On my dark green days
I feel scared
Like a mouse in its hole
Trembling
While a cat watches him.
On my orange days
I feel inventive
Like a puppy
Trying to figure out
How to reach the bag of treats.
On my burgundy days
I feel sick
Like a manatee
Lying
At the bottom of a polluted ocean.
On my silver days
I feel competitive
Like a cheetah
Racing furiously against an eagle.
On my brown days
I feel hurt
Like a kitten
Who was ignored by her family.
On my clear days
I feel curious
Like a newborn bird
Chirping
In its nest.
On my gold days
I feel frusturated
Like a turtle
Who wants
To run fast, but can’t.
On my yellow days
I feel free
Like a falcon
Soaring
Through the air.
On my dark blue days
I feel clumsy
Like an elephant
Trying
To learn ballet.
And on some days
There is a color I can’t describe
It is warm
And happy
The color of being loved
Even though I don’t deserve it
Like a baby panda
Curled up against her mother
On a cold winter’s night.