Feline's Tight Walk
tracing lines of silver rope
spine takes form, a balanced act
my feline limbs hang mid- air…
nine more lives i count
treading on wire like cat's float
high up where spotlight grows dim,
pulse rate syncs with timed rhythm…
each step close to death
with delicate spin, arms flex
my body absorbed in heat
ending trail with circus roar…
danger waits next round
(c)
tightrope walker
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*dodoitsu---7,7,7,5
Circus Contest: David Williams
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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