This morning when in bed I lay
and watched the dawning of the day,
I was fascinated by the changing sky
as I saw the clouds go passing by.
Most looked as if they were made of fluff
though a few were formed of sterner stuff.
They pretended to be what they were not
with one looking like a fancy yacht.
When I thought I saw a man sitting on a chair
until I realized it was a polar bear.
Into view there appeared an arum lily
but in fact it was a map of Chile.
What at first I decided was a Canada goose
promptly morphed into an Alaskan moose.
The clouds I like best have a nice pink hue
and I am somewhat wary of those coloured blue.
The mammatus always give me a pain
for I know they forecast a storm, or at least heavy rain.
About black clouds, however, you will not see me whining
because I know each one has a silver lining.
I kept watching as each shape altered
one becoming a rock that had been Gibraltared.
I was hoping for something that would be just fine,
that is to be able to catch a glimpse of the one known as nine.
I would enjoy it for as long as I was allowed
before it turned back into just another cloud.
Then, feeling exhausted as up with the cumulus I tried to keep
I had to turn around and go straight back to sleep.