THE CLOUD PUPPY
Harry looked at the clouds, up in the sky, of all different sizes, floating bye.
He loved to glare at them with amazement, for him it was just all part of the entertainment.
Those times were silent, and full of imagination, he imagined a train cloud pulling in to a station.
Some clouds were shapes, and others were numbers, he could clearly see babies sleeping in their slumbers.
Sunlight blazed through the gaps of white, and Harry would smile with delight at the sight.
One day he saw a paw print surrounded by a heart, his eyes opened wide and he jumped up with a start.
He laughed and beamed at his puppy friend, and closed his eyes, knowing he would meet the pup, in the end.
Suddenly, he was floating on a fluffy cushion high in the air, and his cloud puppy friend was already there.
He sat up and waved at the pup and said hi, and the pup yapped as it ran bye.
He jumped down from his fluffy bed, and the puppy ran to him, neither of them were scared.
Harry patted the cloud puppy, in all of its splendor, it was beautiful and soft, and so very tender.
The puppy licked his hand with his soft cloudy tongue, and Harry laughed and began to run.
They played together happily for what seemed like hours, until the clouds went dark and out came the showers.
Come on Harry! lets go inside! his dad said, and Harry opened his eyes to see rain and the coming darkness, it was time for bed.
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The Cloud Puppy
PoetryA story about the imagination of my son Harry, who has autism. His enthusiasm and different outlook at the world, and the magic and beauty of nature which he loves. I have made up the story but it has all of the elements within it to describe his na...
