The Horse of a Different Color

Not primary, secondary or even tertiary,
beyond the bounds of reason and all scientific query,
this equine’s different color is so outré that it’s scary —

unseemly, breaking every rule and yet supremely fair,
it trips the light fantastic, taking logic unaware:
its coat of many colors is a shade beyond compare

and isn’t scarlet, crimson, rose or fire engine red,
nor chartreuse, mint, cerulean, or sapphire blue, instead
this horse’s hue, though bold as brass, is better left unsaid;

for butterflies aren’t butterflies once they’ve been pinned and framed,
and why go see the lions at the circus when they’re tamed?
We only seek our dreams at night as long as they’re not named.