Fluffing her skirt and straightening her hair <br />She looks in the mirror with a nervous glare. <br /> <br />She slips on her shoes and circles her feet <br />Shes nervous inside, yet she looks so neat <br /> <br />Behind the curtain her heart beats more <br />She hears the music, and the crowds roar. <br /> <br />She takes a deep breath and glides on the stage <br />She has captured freedom like a bird from its cage. <br /> <br />She leaps in the air, like a lion to its prey <br />Shes pleased with the show at the end of the day. <br /> <br />Now its all over, she sighs with relief <br />Dance is her life and thats her belief. <br /> <br />The crowd go crazy for the free little bird <br />She moves like a swan, yet never to be heard. <br /> <br />Free til the next show <br />Turn a new page <br />The shoes are hung up and the bird goes to its cage.<br /><br />Danielle Anne Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-in-the-night/
