Poetry

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