A black crow sits outside my window

The sky is dark and it smells of rain

My black cat brushes against me in the hall

I rub my eyes with my dry hands

And pick up my black socks off the floor

 

I walk to work with my red umbrella

A man on the street sells red apples, I pay

As a red fire truck zooms down the street

I trip over the curb and fall

Red blood drips from my lip where I bit

 

Feeling blue I reach my office

The receptionist in a blue dress smiles sweetly

My desk greets me with blueberries gone bad

Frustration sighs at a miserable day

My blue eyes close for a breath