A Clouds Romance

A cloud`s romance White butterflies covered the glade like a film star`s living room still unspoilt by drops of red wine, cake crumbs and vomits. They suddenly flew up over tree tops became a white cloud drifting about looking for another green dell that was perfectly happy being green, yet pleased when the cloud landed and became a white carpet. Mind, it had wanted to be occupied by many- coloured butterflies it had happened to the clearing before and the forest`s animal came to admire the beauty of a carpet that only appeared once every 200 years. The oldest animal in the forest a boar that had survived when hunters come by rolling itself into a lump pretending to be a rock peed on by dogs, man`s best friend, what a joke cowardly creatures serving man and betraying their own, told of a day when the glade was golden one morning dazzling everyone but in the end it was buttercups a delicatessen for rabbits and feral cows also called elks. Elk or caribou as some say are animals wolves like to kill and eat, and humans hunt and kill for fun. Elks cannot be used domestically as they have small udders dry meat and tend to be belligerent and will not sit up and beg like a dog that has lost all its dignity. Meanwhile, a white cloud is wandering on blue just being endearing.