From Michael B Davis

What Are The Odds

Amongst the chaos high above
Endless clouds they push and shove
Mingling in a changing dance
What are the odds to acquire a glance

To glimpse the allure of a human face
From mist arranged in random space
The nay sayers say just odds and sods
A gazillion to one would be good odds

Not so, the believers who disagree
Grand things abound, above to see
Witness the bounty, witness the white
Targets in mornings crisp daylight

A myriad of phenomenon for one to see
Sky canvassing goes on o’ so endlessly
So don’t believe what the na sayers do
Believe yourself and enjoy the view

© Michael B Davis
Southport, Australia

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