The Scarlet Panther

A short one on why there was one pink cloud in the blue blue sky, tipping the sunset.

The scarlet panther, having chased after the setting sun all day,
lost her almost captured prey to Luna's stellar puppet play
And still, she was dreaming of her child, that night, as
proud as a young huntress mother can get
For the sunlight she felt in her pelt so bright, had
nowhere to run from this smart scarlet cat.