Feral Dance
The human form so slightly alters
And tells a tale of times gone by
Even when the voices decry
Our spirit never falters.
Spinning with each turn of the globe
Dancing forms are changed
Some may say we become deranged
As our skin begins to disrobe.
Feral creatures control the floor
Our hackles raised as we dance
Giving ourselves to our trance
Two legs shift to four.
Copyright © Sasha Edl | Year Posted 2011
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