Each Passing Cloud

Each passing cloud is something new. Look, my dear child, up at the sky. Creatures you’ll see up in the blue - like fluffy birds, but they don’t fly! Wait! They are not white birds at all. Each passing cloud is something new. They might be big; they might be small. I see a rabbit. Do you too? You see a cat! Does it say mew? I see a dog and now a giraffe. Each passing cloud is something new. You see a goat? That makes me laugh. Now you see bears? Bears in the air! You sure are seeing more than I do. I see instead some cows up there. Each passing cloud is something new. March 6, 2023 for JCB's Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest