A Cloud`s Romance Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A cloud`s romance
White butterflies covered the glade like a film star`s living room
still unspoilt by drops of red wine, cake crumbs and vomits.
They suddenly flew up over tree tops became a white cloud drifting
about looking for another green dell that was perfectly happy being
green, yet pleased when the cloud landed and became a white carpet.
Mind, it had wanted to be occupied by many- coloured butterflies
it had happened to the clearing before and the forest`s animal came
to admire the beauty of a carpet that only appeared once every
200 years. The oldest animal in the forest a boar that had survived
when hunters come by rolling itself into a lump pretending to be a rock
peed on by dogs, man`s best friend, what a joke cowardly creatures
serving man and betraying their own, told of a day when the glade was
golden one morning dazzling everyone but in the end it was buttercups
a delicatessen for rabbits and feral cows also called elks.
Elk or caribou as some say are animals wolves like to kill and eat, and
humans hunt and kill for fun. Elks cannot be used domestically as
they have small udders dry meat and tend to be belligerent and will not
sit up and beg like a dog that has lost all its dignity.
Meanwhile, a white cloud is wandering on blue just being endearing.