The last cloud fox was the first,
The best, the only, the worst.
Two winds of change
Met a cloud shaped strange
And out of the storm he burst.

The last cloud fox was a flash
Of tooth and tail with a dash
Of whispered luck
And whiskered pluck
Quick chased by thunder’s crash.

The last cloud fox was alone
For a beat before being blown
To a mountain top
Where the whole world stopped
To meet one of heaven’s own.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of Hokusai.