Lonely Whales

Boxes

Filling the room.
Red.
Grey.
Pink.
Green.
Blue.
White.
Orange.
All.

Different sizes.

Told,
Don't open any but one.

No idea what may fill them.

A yellow one.
It was big.

That was the one he opened.

Yellow is the most joyous colour he knew.
He only wanted happiness right now.

And if it came in large portions,
That'd make him delighted.

Opened
To see

Red
Walls.
And a blue ball the filled the box.

Went to pick up.
It broke.

Shattered blue revealed a cracked green and purple
Cube.

Feared to touch.
Didn't want it to break.

He held his hands behind his back.

Green and purple cracks grew deeper.

He reached out to heal it,
But it just broke on its own.

He thought that the purple and green was beautiful.
At least he realized this
, after it was broken.

And left in the array of blue, purple, and green shards in red walls,
Stood a small duckling.

Eyes widened as he went to pick up small feathers on wings.
Chirps and squeaks were hushed by calming hands.

Shivered in hands.

Searched for cloth.

He remembered.
Went back to his box and opened it.

Took out the sewing needles, placed it in his bun and
Gently
Put the duckling in his small box.

The doors opened and he was let out.

Truly a miracle.