RECENTLY MY DAUGHTER TAMMIE AND I WERE DISCUSSING SEEING PEOPLE, ANIMALS ETC. IN CLOUDS AND I FOUND THIS POEM I WROTE SOME TIME AGO AND THOUGHT ID SHARE IT

CLOUDS BY CHARLOTTE

WHEN CLOUDS COLLIDE
NOT A SOUND IS UTTERED
MY FACE BECOMES A CAT
A PROFILE DISAPPEARS
A TREE FORMS
A WITCH CONSUMED
BY COTTONWOOL
AN EAGLE SPREADS
ITS WINGS
AND FADES
A BARKING DOG
IS NEVER HEARD
HEAVENS EASEL
CONSTANTLY
CREATING NEW SHAPES
WHILE ZEPHYRS BEND
TREES EARTHWARD

ME IN ITALIA

OUIJA

TOO BAD THIS ISNT SMELLOVISION.......GARLIC FLOWERS