Hunting for the Happy

The Happy is an elusive beast
Hiding quietly in the dark shadows
Too shy to appear at a grand feast
You could hunt for him for hours

He is never where you think he should be
At a party, in the park ,on your phone
Happy is himself wild and free
He will approach you when you are alone

Happy senses when you reminisce
About times when joy was near
You wipe your face and realise
He made a Happy tear

If you take a walk on a sunset beach
Or in the woods at dawn
You may just find A furry beast
By the name of Happy on your arm

Once you've made friends with him
He will stoke your mojo fire
A peaceful life will soon begin
With Happy you'll reach much higher

By Leanne Hogton