It's Cloudy

Crawling clouds high above the city so bright.

Easing by my roof top before night.

Its powder puff-n-stuff ever so white.

Its so bright who needs a light.

Its sight of softness could be my bed.

All I need is the bed spreads.

To make me sleep all night deep.

I'll count a hundred sheep to make me 

go asleep.

Clusters of clouds shall puff out loud.

Oh, what a sight to see many clouds

watch'n me drink morning tea.

Reviews

[L Ch Blakeway]

I really like this; most people would see the negatives when the sky's cloudy, but this poem's original.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thanks for reading my poetry

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Nicely done well created morning atmosphere of sky. I really like it.

[ROXANE DORSEY]

thank you very much.