A grey cloud, in the sky overhead..., by A. S. Kline A grey cloud, in the sky overhead, /
Like a squirrel skin uncurled. /
"I’m not sorry your body", he said, /
"Will melt in March, frail snow-girl...
High in the sky, the cloud grew grayer..., by Andrey Kneller High in the sky, the cloud grew grayer, /
Like a stretched out squirrel pelt. /
"I don’t care," he said, "Snow Maiden, /
That in March your fram...
The little cloud was up in the sky..., by Henry Iva The little cloud was up in the sky /
Like a spread out fleece of a grey squirrel. /
He said: "I am not sorry that your body, /
Will melt in Marc...