Calm and peaceful floating there,
Puffed up in grays and whites,
Ever changing shapes and forms,
Reaching far and towering heights.

Drifting so slowly to the east,
Growing stronger, with moist air,
Perchance to see a poodle dance,
An awkward snowshoe hare.

An army marching from the west,
Close formation, side by side,
A flying pig with tiny wings,
Bouquet, held by the bride.

Reclining long from head to toe,
A women’s body fast asleep,
As if she’s died, just passing by,
God bless her soul to keep.

Barking dog without a nose,
Shark swimming in the sky,
Open mouth, engulfing air,
No victim, today will die.

Unicorn; its head held high,
Ducklings, waddling in a row,
No mother near, keep them safe,
Chasing what? They don’t know.

Chubby shining Cherub faces,
Upside-down and turning round,
Endless creatures within the clouds,
Constant motion, nowhere bound.

G.R. Gaus

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