Cotton Ball Cloud
A cotton ball cloud drifting overhead
Suddenly becomes a miniature poodle,
Then dancing slowly, like a newlywed
Becomes a pompom for Yankee Doodle.
Disappearing like an aloof desert mirage
In an updraft completely unexpecting
Silently pours upward in a sudden barrage
Invisible danger in nature unsuspecting.
Vanishing, as we say, into cold thin air.
No longer discernible to our naked eyes
Who goes where high-flying clouds dare
When they choose to blithely vaporize.
From whence they come, what shape
They show us for our imaginary games
We who marvel at them, mouths agape
We seldom even know their real names.
Written May 31, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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