Cloud Metaphor
Clouds in the sky reveal their intention
Their color is always a dead giveaway,
There is no known effective intervention.
You know what’s coming if they are gray,
Gathered in a group for a sky convention.
If they are white and fluffy like cotton
We do not give them a second thought
They’ll soon pass over, entirely forgotten
If a pleasant east wind they have caught
I’ve thought, for a cloud, this is so rotten.
Written October 18, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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