The sky is like a feline
All girly and sublime
Yet one questions if
It hasn't lost its time

The heavens being yellow and green
On days when no one can be seen
Tend to make a robin sing
After stealing food like a fiend

But the kites soar high
Undaunted by the flight
Of beasts of prey or airplane's cripe
And one ponders if the string holds tight

The clouds receive the day's adventurers
Resting under the stars beyond all numbers
The people below are slow to slumber
As a pretty girl looks up in wonder