Puff of Gray

Written by: Lou Schreiberg

Among the array of brightly clouds
Wafting among the none to blame,
Slowly, hiding in gray of unknown
A smallish intruder came

Of this, befell a lone perception
That dark puffs are blight, random oft,
And I, being a mere passer-by
Tossed that sight into mindless loft

I walked a newer way than norm
How e'er I walked, the puff kept stride,
Why it chose me to follow
Challenged every nook of mind

Strange, that only I did notice
That gray selected me as one,
Perhaps,there is some connotation
If so, I'll choose the sun