Clouds at 25,000

Gliding through puffy white
On metal wings of wonder
Patchwork quilt o’ glorious sight
The ground that passes under

From my window I scan the sky
For clouds on high and low
Searching endless as I try
For objects I may know

On and on my gaze intent
The shapes amongst the blue
Many hours I have spent
Scanning the infinite view

This winged journey soon will end
My daylight ride fun fest
Sad am I nil time to spend
Terminating this joyous quest

© Michael Davis