The sky was clear blue
Save one angelic cloud
Danced as the wind blew
Amazed the snowy owl
A maze of beauty
So elaborate
White feathers shed
As the owl sped after it
Its black beak pierced the mist
The iced outer sphere
As complacency set in
It retreated out of fear
What if it rains
What if it storms
What if the cloud changes
Its beautiful form
What if these feathers are too thin
Too bright
And too long
Questioned the snowy owl
That watched that elegant cloud
Go til it was gone
Bron Dayvid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-clouds/
