the sky was pale modestblue this early afternoon

dull clouds crowded its southern lip cresting the brown hills tufted  smoky   undecided if they wanted to exist or disintegrate fade from soft vapour into nothingness

how could anything dare be so ambivalent about becoming nothing

1238hrs

There we go! a kind of commitment a couple clouds shookfreecrawled on their bellies to the edge of the hills and pushed up on their armsgathered themselves fleshed out and billowed white billowed like pirate seasails Indian plumes Peter Pan the croc ticking munching at a hillocks crotch obviously pleased  tasty  spittle at its chin drool at the corners of its grinning jaws its tongue happy lolling loosely lashingslapping its teeth

                                                                           he was jealous

he wanted one too

                        or two

1300hrs  Friday  31  5. 19