Standing on the tightrope
There's a man hunched in brown and red
Upon his back feathery cloak is spread.
Alert eyes and trilling cries
He dreams of touching the sky
With pointed nose and sharper toes
He draws his cloak around him.
Powers he possesses and children to protect
He dances with the stars heel and toe,
And off he goes, the whole world knows
He answers the call of his lover.
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