The Parade of the Skynimals

Tromping, Stomping, Thundering through, Hooves of the wolly beasts Stampede the blue! I lie on my back and the Skynimals parade, the Skynimals, the Skynimals, In every size and shade!   They often come in dozens, Sometimes in ones or twos, Evolving and disolving In any shape they choose.   I love to watch them browsing there, Drowsing there, Carousing there, Creeping, leaping, sleeping there, Skynimals in the air.