Cloud Critter
There’s a little cloud critter staying out back
In the raspberry patch by the tool shack
He’s been out there since the fourth of July
When a firework rocket
Knocked him out of the sky
He’s from the winter clouds over winter places
Floating over the world below
There are towns and homes and neighborhoods
And they are all made out of snow
That’s where the Cloud Critters Live
Workin and playin, day to dayin,
Doing the crittery things that critters do
Now he’s down here all alone
Away from friends and family
And the world he’s known….
The cloud life that he knew
He just stays by the patch on a lettuce leaf bed
Staring to the sky at the clouds overhead
Wishing he could go home
Then at night, the darkness will drop
He’ll hide in the bucket, with the a hole in the top
Hiding from cats and coyotes that come out to roam
He’s spent hours and hours
Making climb up-able towers
Using junk and rocks as building blocks…
Or anything else he could find
His towers would crumble when he got to the top
He tried riding in bubbles, but they would just pop
He even shot from a cannon, that he designed.
He built catapults
Out of pipes and bolts
He jumped on birds to catch a ride
He tied himself tight to a homemade kite
When a tornado came, he jumped inside
But he just couldn’t seem to get back home
No matter what he tried
Each morning at the very same time
He comes out of the patch and goes for a climb
Up through the branches of the windy old cedar
He sits on a branch overlooking the ranch…..
The far reaching branch with the humming bird feeder
For a minute or two, maybe a few
He’ll sit there with the humming birds humming…
Watching the world, watching the view
To see what kind of weather is coming
Sometimes it’s sunny, sometimes it’s not
Foggy, or muggy, humid and hot
Whatever the weather the day will bring
He goes back to the patch, back to his spot
And comes out the next day to do the same thing
Then one fall morning, in the crispy, cold air
He went up to that branch and stayed up there
Some gloomy, looming clouds were growing
A storm on the brink made the clouds pink
But instead of raining it started snowing
As snowflakes started to fall
They went from one to many, to more than plenty
They fell in every direction, every and any
Until they were all around
Then very lightly and carefully done
He climbed the snowflakes one by one
Climbing up toward the sky as they fell to the ground
Soon enough he had climbed so high
He was able to reach a cloud floating by
Then he jumped from cloud to cloud
To where the horizon ends
He jumped nonstop
Until he made home…….
Back to his family and friends