Lions and Tigers and Bear Blogs
Dance – a thing of romance – Where forms are free in step Her and I, we’re flowing Ne’er moved this way as yet
Seats and stones we occupy Stillness I can’t forget Silence makes me whole again And birds we take as pets
Ducks and swans and woodland birds, We watch them play in groups We are but two odd birds ourselves The city is our coop
But wings I will not need! Unmoving, I am free; Quiet moments feel Like they were made for you and me.
When we stir and move again Our pinions turn to paws Playful grins, we snap and spin: Feigning kittens’ jaws
Strolling out the lobby, In search of dance we go Two cats like us must wander Until we find the show
Connected – almost psychic – We prance around the room Moving ever faster, We romp as lions do
This freedom, it is priceless I know you feel it, too
Aura, I’ll go anywhere As long as it’s with you.