In the sky, as preternatural birds ,
Lay soft white clouds, full of rain
Drops for rose plants by the lake
Lying in wait for someone ‘s car
Boot to pick up ,so as to co-exist
With clothes hung on balconies.
The white clouds are wet clothes
Hung by the sky gods for drying.
Meantime , the white clouds will
Be temporary cat’s eyes peering
Down in our camera’s pure view
To lie in wait as permanent eyes.