Happy Cloud Stories

In New York, people move so fast, Tall buildings line your sight. When the sun sets, lights turn on, Bright as day in dark of night. In urban streets you wouldn't think That wildlife abounds. But there are many animals On these concrete grounds. In Central Park you see, of course,  Birds of different hues. Squirrels, Raccoons and Mice you'll see Romping within your view. But the animal that you'll see most  Is the common street Pigeon. The City Bird of New York, And that's where we begin... Our Pigeon today has just moved Into the borough of Manhattan, From the relative quieter place Of an island we call Staten. On his own for the first time, While an avenue he crossed, He found himself a bit lonely And feeling a little lost. Seeking a flock, the right fit- A place he could belong, But everywhere that he looked, Things seemed to just go wrong. First he tried a group of birds Outside a hot dog

Evolution's quite a thing- Amazed, it makes me gape. But do you ever stop and think, What if we had not come from Apes? If we were close to Snakes, Would we slither all around? Would we have built our buildings A little closer to the ground? Or from the Birds, who fly with ease, We'd evolved our shape and form? Would sharp beaks instead of mouths And bright feathers be our norm? Dogs, they say, are man's best friend. But if they were ancestors long ago, Instead of shaking hands Would we sniff butts to say hello? Our better yet, our Feline pets? Stuck up jerks, Cats we do label. But what if we came from them , Would we  knock objects off the tables? Lizards, another branch- How'd that evolution flow? Changing colors like Chameleons, Is how emotions we would show? Or from Fireflies, would we glow? Or if Wasps, sting enemies? Would we spin webs like Spiders do Or make honey like the Bees? Could we sho

Squirrel thought it was his lucky day! The biggest nut he'd ever seen Was just lying there, in the grass As he went on his routine. He rubbed his paws together, Excited by what he had found. Squirrel circled his new treasure In front of him on the ground. It did look a little odd, A bit more circular in form. But he simply thought the nut Was a deformed oak acorn. It was very smooth to touch, A speckling, here and there- But gosh the size was just so big He really didn't care! Though it was rounded, Squirrel thought, "Just the easier to move!" He began to roll it cross the lawn, Sure the Mrs. would approve. It rolled easily to his tree, But it was too big to bring up. He called out to his wife To see this thing close up. Amazed by this huge nut, The Mrs. scurried close. "How do we bring it up the tree? What do you propose?" Squirrel stopped and thought a bit. "We should bury it

How do Porcupines embrace? Carefully, I guess... Standing far apart with their Paws around their necks? Whatever do Raccoons Wear on Halloween? Since wearing masks for them Is pretty much routine? Are Hyenas really laughing At some clever inside joke? What could be that funny That kind of laughter to evoke? How to know a Horse agrees, That he means "yes" or "yea"? When the only thing he says Is simply the word "nay"? Flamingos have great balance When on one leg.  Although, I wonder what would happen If they got vertigo? Snakes are awesome creatures, But not without a hitch. I wonder what they do  When they have an awful itch? A Skunk's spray smells bad And it makes me think- How does a Skunk prevent the smell From causing him to stink? Swordfish's strange anatomy Gives me much delight. Do they engage with others in undersea sword fights? A Rooster cro

The Dog's fondness will not "paws". The Cub can't "bear" if you're untrue. "You're purr-fect," says the Cat. Birds build love nests for you. Bakers will always knead you. Whales' love songs will never "seas". Lab Rats think you're amazing. Hives buzz you're the "Bee's Knees". A River's love flows strongly. Mountains think you're peak perfection. You make the Sun squeal with de-light. Clerks put no price on your affection. Fishermen hope to catch your eye. Sea Lions "seal" notes with a kiss. Tailors wear hearts on their sleeves. Canyon's love's deep as an abyss. You take the Wind's breath away. For you, the Forest pines. The Seasons want to Fall in love. Drunk on love, are the Red Wines. Magnets find you so attractive. Lions want you as their "mane" squeeze. The Stags do hold you "deer". "We

Content to relax and take his time, Sloth was in his tree. He slowly grabbed a leaf to eat. Smiling, he felt carefree. A Hummingbird went on his way, Darting to and fro. In and out of flowerbeds, Fast was how he'd go. More opposites you could not find, Just like night and day. They just could never understand How each could live his way. Always polite when they would meet, They'd say, "Hi" and then move on. One day Hummingbird came down And asked Sloth, just as he yawned- "You sit up here, all day and night, Lazing all about. Does your routine begin to bore And raise some ounce of doubt? That surely it's better to be  Fast and energetic? You're slow, getting nothing done- Your life's kind of pathetic." Sloth took a minute (or two or three) Before he did then speak. "Hummingbird, you do mistake My being slow for weak. I may not be as fast as you, You let the wo