Feline sits, in succsessional stance,
as yet, prays, not too overtly.
Step by step, surely
for he is schooled.
The way of
that's just learned,
for now, the days warm.
See, the lord of the dance;
moots he thusly - dance, dance,
wherever you may be. Change chants,
‘for I am the Lord, of the Dance’, says he.
Chalice, proffered, a heady mix, spirit,body.
Photo credit: K. Kuehn
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