Some days the sun plays peek-a-boo with me
In and out, house to house, or tree to tree
Just when I think the sun is here to stay
How odd, that’s when it seems to slip away
Or hides behind a patch of clouds up high
Like some huge colony there in the sky.
I wonder how the clouds so quickly glide
And what I’d see if I could be inside
There are so many questions left to ask
It has become a never ending task !
Claire V. Bogdanos 