What on earth overtook those clouds
Happily fluttering in the sky
On this special summer day
And wrapping the heights near and far
And stroking with their sea breeze
The landscape all around
And the twenty-seven trees
Shading this abode in the middle of nowhere
So much so that the skylarks
Thought it early autumn
And went a-fetching twigs and sticks
From last summer’s crops
To build their nests
And prepare for mating
Come December...
Whatever overtook
Those clouds
Fizzling out in the heat of the day
Without a moment’s notice?
