Dancing In the Midnight Air

He loves her. . . her red bonnet identical matching strands of hair. . . He loves the way she moves, dancing. . . his red whiskers tickle her freckled face. She watches him, while he flirts beneath his wide brim hat. . . She twists her body to the left, needing not his tender touch. He wraps his arm's about her waist. . . while touching bows, ribbons and petticoat. . . He kicks his feet as pebbles fly lifting sand into the air. She listens to a crowd laugh - reckless as they clap, cheer, gulp beer. Wondering where she will be in tomorrows midnight air. Nancy Duci Denofio - 1997 Written while observing paintings at the Chicago Museum of Art And, I am sure you can recall the piece of art?