Whimper To Glee
Pristine white cloud floating in open sky
Hanging bats latched on
Spreading dark skinny wings
Paint slur on the cloud
To breed on and on.
Whiskers bristle, timid eyes turned red
The bats dived; sucked
To feed all for plump
To jeer at pygmies far on the ground.
Buckets of energy washing huge billboards
Encircling swarms stuck;
Fluttered wings fell silent.
Cloud set on a tree top to whimper.
Pygmies climbed up the cloud
To stop its whinning.
Found the cloud dancing on my lawn
Butterflies wet the wings with glee
Slurs fell off to get back its shine.