Each Passing Cloud
We took a trip to grandma's house, it was an eighteen hour car ride. After a few hours of playing in the back seat, I became very bored. I started looking at the bright blue sky, big fluffy white clouds were everywhere. I first saw a doggy jumping from one cloud to the next, then a big cat with wings. Was she an angel cat, she was smiling back at me. As the sun was going down the clouds changed colors, a nightgown of deep purple they were putting on. The doggy was back, much bigger than before and waving. The day was turning into night, the clouds needed to go to bed. My fun day with the clouds is now over, the hum of the car engine was singing me to sleep.
Date Written: 3/3/2023
"3 Place"
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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