The Dance

//The Dance

The Dance

Sparrows are dancing
To a piece of bread.
Brown wings flitting,
Heads nodding,
Toes shuffling,
Finding position.
A square dance
In straight lines.
Then a chacha.
The fastest dancer
Wins a prize.
A second prize.
A prize for each.
And then a waltz.
Wing in wing.
What’s yours is mine.
Until the seagull comes
And takes it all.

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By | 2019-06-01T21:30:32+00:00 April 25th, 2019|Poetry|0 Comments

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