• White Fluffies
    By Annastasia

    I can see.
    High above me they race,
    they go at a lightening fast pace.
    They leave a shadow where they go.
    Where are they now?
    I may never know.

    Where did they come from?
    A bus? A car?
    Will there be more?
    I hope these ones don't fly too far.

    They twist and twirl up in the sky.
    I wonder how they even fly.
    They're gone! I'm gonna have a cow!
    Oh wait, here comes more now!

    These white fluffies shine in the sun,
    where they can be free.
    I bet they are having lots of un.
    They are still speeding by me.

    Maybe they are unoticed by most.
    But I see them.
    To everyone elce, they are like ghost.
    But these white fluffies I see,
    are like jems than shine.