They gather
looking expectantly
waiting for their call,
waiting for their call,
already in movement
fine feathers adorn,
their crowns bejewelled
sit delicately.
Silently
their patient eyes
glance motionlessly,
fine boned arms
attend to the moment,
attend to the moment,
outstretched around
anticipation.
Transient,
a signal begins
prancing elegantly,
harmonic union
building to applause,
the dancers move
in expectation.
in expectation.
Lovely poem, makes me think of my Grand-daughter who is playing a ballerina in the Nutcracker. x
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