It is Somewhere

 

It is somewhere

between here and there,

but has yet to be found.

 

It begs to be seen,

yet makes no sound.

 

It remains out of sight,

while in plain view,

 

It hasn't a color,

but there is a hue.

 

Made without feathers,

it has no scales,

Never a head, but several tails.

 

When moving,

it leaves the past behind,

but never a print

for one to find.

 

No, never a print

of any kind.