A DAY AT THE CIRCUS Poem by Ellen Deckwitz

A DAY AT THE CIRCUS



You screamed when the lights dimmed
and the growling started.

We pointed at the small holes in the canvas
that they resembled the stars

and that backstage
the animals were safely behind bars in cages.

That night you looked up
and the stars changed into holes.

You nodded off, somewhat unsure
about the darkness, the cages behind it.

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