The red fox and the black swan stylishly <br />Danced on the ice of the tarn to the sound <br />Lively Mexican music that has violence <br />And promise of sudden death deep within <br />Its speedy notes of hard played guitars. <br /> <br />A crescendo the finest spray of crimson <br />In winter air; the swan, with poise, bowed <br />Its long neck and the elegant fox did ditto <br />In the stillness that followed trees shivered <br />Snow of their branches in utter dismay.<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-dancing-2/
