As other clouds go floating by,
this one just stays inside the sky.
There's nothing strange about the shape;
no superhero with a cape.
Some clouds are puppies, kittens too.
A chimp is playing peeka boo.
These animals fall off the sky.
Another set of clouds float by.
A hippo starts to fill with rain,
which falls around my cloud again.
The hippo cloud is moving right.
It's headed east and out of sight.
But still my cloud stays right in place,
and keeps the rain from off my face.
It's changed into a silver sheen,
as day becomes a nighttime scene.
My cloud is blocking out the moon,
as silver shimmies light up soon.
The wolves that howl are on the ground.
They make a dark and mournful sound.
My cloud falls down and covers me.
It keeps me warm as I can be.
I cannot really see the clouds
except the one that's now my shroud.
It's way beneath my graveyard stone,
and under it, I'm all alone.
I've long since left the mortal world.
My fingernails are long and curled
This silver cloud upon my face
is shiny silk that's rimmed with lace
This cloud is all I'll ever see
and will be for eternity.
I dream of clouds, that are not real.
But, they sure help the way I feel.
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