Dancing Animals

    A deep sea of bright red exploded across the flat canvas. A kaleidoscope of butterflies flowed around the pale angelic being. Snakes slithered gracefully toward the light, weaving through the sea of falling rose petals. It’s high tide as the sharks fall down from within, slamming and tapping and slamming and tapping, disappearing under the wings of cardinals. Snakes are reawakened and begin to dance around the young swaying cherry blossom tree. Tall and lean. Strong and confident.  Then the sharks and the snakes moved as one weaving through the  infinite field of red daisies, stamping and twirling together. The heavens above shine a light on them. Casting a women’s silhouette  into night, the echoes of their fun matching the rhythm of a far off spanish tune.