Monday

By Jilted Butterfly

Clouds – as beautiful as they are – are still clouds.
Looking closely at each one in turn
Trying to find the elephant or the clowns
Or make out the dragon in flight – is all right.
But sometimes they fuse into one blanket grey
And cover my world and my day
And I look up to see some definite design
maybe a red rooster or a delicate butterfly
But today they are all gone away.: