Out of the blue
They came
And by the blue
I mean the grey blue
The colour between
Colours
The sound between
The noise
And they crawled
With newly formed
Limbs
And wet gills
Still adapting
To the lack of
Oxygen
Left to breathe

They came
Brushing themselves
down
Dusting themselves
off
Waiting for the
Opportunity
To steal
Whilst all of you
Were
Sleeping