Picture in the Clouds

Flying horses in the sky,
witches, kittens, my oh my!
White upon deep blue,
it is my wish come true.

Picture in the clouds
of exciting crowds,
spun with mystery, delight;
‘tis such wondrous sight.

In my sleep I often fly
into the fluffy, pretty sky,
with tiny, shiny pixie wings,
when my mommy softly sings
of the joy mother’s love brings.


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Written for the Minus- the- Vowel Poetry Contest. The challenge was to write a poem for children, using the prompt... and without using the vowel "a".