The Ballerina and The Swallows.

En pointe,

The ballerina danced on the roof.

And the swallows flew round her.

She was young, and her beauty attracted the insects.

They clustered around her, and the honeysuckle on
the side of the roof nodded its heads.

Above her, a moth and its shadow battled against the velvet of the sky.

The star's winked; the one she had wished upon prayed for her.

The moon came down to listen.

The leaves under her pumps surprised her with their applause.

The tiles were her audience.

She danced to herself, and to the Universe, and all that was on the roof.

And in her beauty and grace, she was something of a Fairy.

And the swallows flew around her.