Baseball

The clouds don't care much;
They just want to get elsewhere,
Wandering off to Wisconsin
As fast as their wisps can carry.

But the sunlight is curious
About the goings-on in Target Field.
And after passing by,
He peaks.
His luminosity making a dozen eyes
Disguised
As ballfield lights.

No fooling me.
I know you Mr. Sunlight
Don't you worry, you're welcome.