They look so white and soft

They make you want to touch

You love to look at them from your loft

They remind you of rabbits in a hutch.

They drift by without a sound

Like a sneaky fox, so swift on her feet

As she runs to escape a hound

Without even taking time for a bite to eat.

They can have tempers too

Thunder rumbles loudly in the air

And the sky is a shade very different from blue

The clouds turn violent without a single care.

Then suddenly black clouds turn back to white

Once more they're gentle sheep in the sky

They're all soft, fluffy, and light

If only they weren't so high.