I am a performer,
The world is my stage.
The sky is black curtain
The moon is a Spotlight-
Always on me.

The starlings flutter around me,
Callous acrobatics-
But the net is a web of streets,
Stretching around us
like rivers of shadow.

The gymnastics are good,
Somersaults and pirouettes
Twist and cascade around me.
Bird-like puppets who's strings have been cut,
Dancing to be free.
They're good.
But all eyes are on me.

My paws whisper over slate,
Claws painting the landscape-
With short, sharp strokes.
The starlings twitter overhead,
I reply, my voice wavering
With the wind- a ballad
To the night.

I twist and turn, my body
Flowing like the shadow around me.
Pouring over gleaming slate,
Spilling over weathervanes,
Streaming over crumbling tiles.

The rain thundered it's applause
The wind muttered to itself, whispering.
always the critic.
The stars pulsate gently- proud.

But the world looks on, unimpressed.
And I slip away into the shadows,
A black shape among the darkness,
Moving soundlessly over tarnished silver cobbles,
Painted argent by the moon.

Hooray! It's finally a happy one (ish)! Been meaning to write this for a long time, so i'm happy I got round to it :3
Holly x