Spirit Of Africa
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Restlessly, incessantly
on soft and almost silent paws
she paces the narrow ledge
close up against the bars
twisting sensuouly at each wall
with a thrust of boredom
The sun adds shifting stripes
to her velvet patterned coat
until suddenly she turns
drops down with a lithe
whisper onto the floor
round and back to the ledge
in a single sinuous leap
which ends in a frustrated
flick of the tail
