The image in the clouds

It's a rabbit, not a cheetah, And behind it I see no litter, My friend argues, we're taking an evening walk, The rains are in the offing, nowadays it's all we talk. Are you going to argue that's not a pig over there, No you swine, that looks more or less a hare, And what's…

Where you see wind

I'm going again, to my favorite place, Delighted, you should see my face, Don't even feel the angry sun, Only the furious wind, it's fun. A startled wild rabbit dash off, throwing its hind legs in air, Startled myself I stop and stare, admiring its flare, Wild and free, for a moment I feel jealous…