Eye catching like fresh blueberries from the garden,
Light blue like my grandma’s scarf that’s 50 years old,
A sphere of some kind,
Smelling like a dusty road,
Taste like a metal pole,
Metallic blood from an animal,
Cold as a frozen rain drop,
Hard as the roads with cement,
Smooth as the silk on my bed sheets,
Precious as a diamond,
As quiet as the mice outside,
Not many people will get you.