Clouds

CLOUDS

They came in a flock, or herd, or whatever you would call them.

Some were big and fluffy while others were stretched out long and slim.

Some times they moved rapidly along and at others they meandered on by.

Changing shapes and form, it was like watching a magic show in the sky.

I noticed the ones that looked like cotton balls, appeared to just hang in thin air.

And the heavier gray, angry ones, rolled listlessly under their load of care.

I wondered where they came from and where they might be traveling to.

I thought about the things they’ve seen, what stories could they tell me and you.

Then this massive heard, flock, or cackle just moseyed away just like they came.

I guess they had stayed as long as they could, playing their little charade game.