Tightrope
I hate poles and wires
Cars' smoke ad tires
And the poor animals
Somehow hit and wounded
Then ignored; abandoned.
But today, in morning
Smiled when driving,
I laughed and admired
Motion on the wire.
The circus was great
Tightrope and squirrel
No fear, well-balanced.
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