Rainbow Rider

He walked out slowly from the doorway of his room.

His young forehead was furrowed - he'd gone from glee to gloom.

In his determined hands he held his crayon box.

Staring down he thought out loud, "I think I'll draw a fox."

Nestling snuggly in between the kitchen table and chair,

my child finally settled in tugging thoughtfully at his hair.

"Mom," he said, so intent, "Are foxes always brown?"

Such a serious matter, I'd never seen him frown.

The answer to his question would surely set the pace.

His future thoughts of art and life, I couldn't speak in haste.

I paused, yet more, reflected, his youth was all he had.

Then asked my son quite simply, "What would make you glad?"

He looked into the choices, all neatly in a row.

A smile played out upon his mouth and quickly it did grow.

"Fox's face should be red, crimson, I would think.

One eye green, the other blue and both ears must be pink."

"His body will be reddish brown with patches of bright yellow.

The bushy tail will be purple - I really like this fellow!"

He finished up his drawing as happy as could be.

"I so, so like this rainbow stuff. You know, it's really me."

He then asked my opinion of his completed art.

"Truthfully, it is the best, and sets you quite apart."

"Anyone can color the sky a shade of blue.

But rainbow coloring is unique, it's what makes you, YOU!"

He very happily put away the cardboard crayon box.

His rainbow ride had just begun with one magnificent fox.

Copyright under Deborah Desser-Herchan aka S. Deborah Desser