I went to the circus yesterday.

There were ferocious animals,

oh so strong muscle men,

clumsy cowboys

 silly clowns,

and

the cutest tight rope walker.

Her tutu was too too big.

It fell down mid rope.

But she was stoic

and carried on.

These

are the days I will miss.

When they are too big

for such things as make-believe

tight rope walking.

It passes like a blur.