The Sky

I saw a shadow on the ground And heard a bluejay going by; A shadow went across the ground, And I looked up and saw the sky.

It hung up on the poplar tree, But while I looked it did not stay; It gave a tiny sort of jerk And moved a little bit away.

And farther on and farther on It moved and never seemed to stop. I think it must be tied with chains And something pulls it from the top.

It never has come down again, And every time I look to see, The sky is always slipping back And getting far away from me.