"TWISTING" - THE DANCER SPINS . . .

“TWISTING” - THE DANCER SPINS . . . 

Twisting - the dancer spins in the mist of the night - to his own tune . . .

This unearthly spectre gracefully dances - lit by the light of the moon . . .

Softly his leather clad soles play skillfully onto the moisten moss beneath . . .

Night animals stop to stare of this dancing spectre to them he bequeath . . .

Their little clicks of approval seemed only to add to the body of the tune . . .

As this unearthly spectre dances in the mist - lit by the light of the moon . . .

He makes his way through the trees - still dancing as he reached the leith . . .

Across the wooden bridge - into the mist he disappears beyond the heath . . . 

Gazing into the mist - you still image him there - still dancing to his own tune . . .

He is one of nature’s own loons who only dances - lit by the light of the moon  . . . : )

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )