Hat Called Pilgrims

Saw it at the corner of my eye
Sitting on the shelf
As if it was about to cry

Pilgrims was it’s name
Black is a full shade
But the black shone from this hat
Full of beauty
Rich and rare
You cannot resist the urge
To stop and stare

It is mine
To cherish and behold
No one can have it
Because it is mine
I’ll have it till I’m old

Coloured stains
No combinations I can put on a postcard
The hat changers everyday
I’ll Keep it safe and be on guard