The Colourful Kangaroo

Yellow, blue, green, orange darting here and there.
Eyes small and oval looking everywhere.
His hat is bent, big blue boots and a boomerang.
In its pouch jumping out is a little kangaroo.
It jumps into my arms, I run my fingers through her fur.
It’s as soft as a feather then it runs into the distance.
That is my last memory of that little kangaroo.