RTO Blues

The call of men to leave the den
in claims of bigger things to tend
Has left my cubs alone to mend
A severed world of Neverland.

For Captain Hook and all his crew
Are left inept without my hand
Without this dust for Peters Pan
My precious flyers, 5 and 2

My heroes left with 1 too few.
For here I sit in my disguise
A kid with work tried on for size
Still wishing I were with my guys.

Where blues are hues left to the skies.