Look. A sheep.
Do you think there are cloud people up there?
Like shepherds guarding the little cloud sheep.
I wonder where they sleep at night.
Or where they go when the wind whisks them away.
Look. A badger.
It’s watching over its younglings.
Where do you think they are when it gets dark?
Maybe they have a cloud cave
Where she keeps them safe and happy.
Look. A peacock.
Wouldn’t it be grand if the clouds had colours?
You’d be able to see the wonders of the feathers.
The beautiful waves of green and blue.
A serene experience of sight.
Look. Two girls.
They’re holding hands and running.
Suppose it was you and I up there.
Frolicking through a forest of clouds.
Playing hide and seek in the mist.
Years Forgotten by Foxy Wolf
Chapter Notes: This poem is written for the most wonderful girl in the whole wide world, Anna Periwinkle. Happy Birthday, love.