Cloud Shadow 36


But Alas!  the little bitty

divinely pretty

wisp o'

   mist out yonder ~


Does

not

 wan-

   der ~


Like

other

clouds

would

   do ~


Across

Deep Desert's

crown

  of High Noon blue ~


This wisp o' mist

don't

go

   anywhere ~


It just

stays

right

   there ~


Getting pret-

tier and prettier

as

   I stare ~


In fact, now its be-

yond pretty

with some-

thing more to share ~


Some-

thing

more than just

   mist and air ~


Some-

thing

more that inspires

   a thank you prayer...




Cloud Shadow 37


It's so beyond

pretty

it

   seems to burst ~


With more

much more

than

   a cure for thirst ~


In fact, it's spewing

butterflies all

over

   the sky ~


Butterflies beaut-

iful

humble

   and shy ~


Flutter-

ing low

and

   fluttering high ~


All over

'dis

Deep

   Desert sky...




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Little Cloud

a-rumble

n'

   a-tumble ~


So clean

n' pristine

n' yet

   so humble ~


With

a

purple

   heart ~


That bit by bit

flies

 a-

   part ~


Twirls and

whirls

in

   a whirlwind ~


Out yonder

before

 my meaning-

   less grin ~


Little Cloud

has

begun

   to grow ~


Halo-ed in a

bright

white

   glow ~


Twirls

n'

whirls

   taller n' taller ~


As the timeless silence

all around

doth

   holler ~


With

a

voice

   of its own ~


That

has

 al-

   so grown ~


A singing

in

the

   breeze ~


That knocks me

to

my

   knees ~


Upon the crispy

deck

of

   my toasted ship ~


As my sight

doth

timidly

   sip ~


At this vision

 be-

fore

   me ~


Of Little Cloud

towering

graceful

   yet stormy ~


Miles

n'

miles

   hiiiiiiigh ~


Up

 in-

to 'dee

Deep Desert Skyyyyyyy!




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And

at

the

   foot of this ~


Swirling

tower

 o'

   mist ~


Fluffy white clouds

across

the

   horizon spill ~


To the east

to the west

over my head

   with a chill ~


'Cuz they turn in-

to bright

pure white

   galloping buffaloes ~


And Thee Eyes of

each and every one of

'em

   glows ~


Like

little

red

   suns ~


Shooting bullets

of fire

as if they are

really gattling guns ~


And their hooves

sharp as razors

these

   glow too ~


But

they're

silver

   n' blue ~


And if you're not

careful

they

   might cut youuuuuuu ~


Like something

that is

that is

   real n' truuuuuuue ~


Across

Deep

Desert

   blue ~


 Buf-

faloes

of

Virtue!




 "Calling of the White Buffalo"

work & copyright by Lane Kendrick

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