Two Heads Better than One

Written by: Carolyn Devonshire

I walked the high wire for all to see
There wasn’t even a net ‘neath me
     It gave folks some chills
     I never had spills
Till a twister rolled in; I flew free

The big tent collapsed and caused panic
As I hung in air -- sort of static --
     The crowd had dispersed
     Good grief, how I cursed
As the twister took leave, I grew manic

More than a hundred feet I did fall
Got caught in the fortune teller’s shawl
     Our careers went on
     Though the tent is gone
A two-headed lady we are called


*Entry for David William’s “Circus” contest.