Mood Indigo:

A wing bump is fine, there’s no need to high five,

Our offer’s accepted for Indigo Drive.

First throw the old carpet out, jettison junk,

Remove the dark borders, no need for blue funk.

Next’ll come painting and things we’ll refurbish:

Picking a curb appeal palette superb-ish.

Perhaps we’ll choose beach hues, like sea glass or sand,

Or maybe some gray tones, so much in demand.

Hoping for neighbors of differing races,

Differing skin tones, and differing faces.

But, hark! What’s that perched on the back yard chain fence?

And lurking beyond in the foliage so dense?

Diversity’s dandy, we like a mixed flock:

We just weren’t expecting a gator or crock.

This Florida neighborhood’s teeming with life.

We just hope the reptile and bird won’t cause strife.

Feathers and scales amidst tropical flora

Tempt us with textures and colors and aura.

Who'd ever have guessed that on Indigo Street,

Wild neighbors like these for our gaze would compete?

Our peacock’s got plumes that gleam iridescent,

While swamp thing’s got eyes that glow phosphorescent.

I love bluesy jazz and I love gray-toned jeans,

Plus turquoise, and sapphire, and aquamarines.

From gators to peacocks, I love gray and blue,

So Indigo Street’s one that I’ll never rue.