chattering clouds

 There goes a rabbit.

There goes a dragon

with a tail in the end

and chasing my rabbit until they all go poooooof.

There goes the witch. 

There goes her broom.

she is flying on her own

and looking for her broom until they all go pooooooof.

There go the horses.

There goes the rider

with reins in his hands

and riding them fast until they all go poooooof.

On this sunny day, 

I am lying on my back, in the arms of a rooftop

holding me like a baby, like a feather so light.

With no agenda and no reason, I am looking at the sky.

Those passing by clouds are chatterbox and trying to talk to me.