Large tufts of cotton coat the atmosphere,
Punctuated by sheets of vivid blue.
These pillows of misty air drift lazily,
Dragging their feet through chilled winter air.
This one is a camel,
One-humped and resting on warm sand
Of some faraway desert.
This one a queen,
Puffing her chest with pride,
She approaches her jewel-encrusted throne,
Long, majestic robes trailing.
And to the left, just beyond the branches of the eucalyptus,
Is the face of a hedgehog,
Where his body is, I do not know.