Image by UW Digital Collections via Flickr/ Ivan Novikoff was my ballet teacher for twelve years when I was very young. Kathleen Colby/view photo on my profile facebook
Gypsies dance while the world spins on and on…
Pacing a beach in Africa a lion yearns for freedom and fun.
This old beast has known the wilds and never spun to happy tides.
The girls have thoughts of glory in their heads; no lion tales do they dread.
The lion just wants to dance, his old legs wobble when he tries to prance.
The girls let their scarfs fly high, the wind whips them as it should into the sky.
A perfume hits the lion’s nose; he lays down dead, he is very old.
The girls dance on without a thought.
A dead lion in Africa should have been taught that ballet
dancing is for the very young when you get old you are done.