Tightrope
Tightrope
Sh-h-h!… the cat leaves feathers of silence
for footprints as she glides,
and refraining from knocking her off-balance,
the wind holds its breath
because it is hypnotized
by the grace and mystical communion
of cat-feet with the tightrope of the moon
along the windowsill of night -
Sh-h-h!… even the silence is mesmerized!…
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