Trying to not break the first stanza because that's how the clouds are. Can you read it okay? Does it make sense? The shorter the poem, the harder it is for me.
Cirrus Clouds
Like broken birds
collapsing
and creeping across mountains
on the far edge of a forest,
they moved like a herd of cats,
something
to do with low-slung animals,
a creeping
passed from one cat to another,
probably a pre-condition
to which they must
surrender
like courageous people
giving over
to an untreatable disease.
I recall
when evening set,
they dimmed down
and away
like prayers
spoken.
Cirrus Clouds
Like broken birds
collapsing
and creeping across mountains
on the far edge of a forest,
they moved like a herd of cats,
something
to do with low-slung animals,
a creeping
passed from one cat to another,
probably a pre-condition
to which they must
surrender
like courageous people
giving over
to an untreatable disease.
I recall
when evening set,
they dimmed down
and away
like prayers
spoken.