He stood like a scarecrow. Yet was alive, with bits that spoke of pure elegance, of dance.
With little fluid movement balanced, with one leg rooted to the ground.
Arms outstretched in gestures, seen in a professional dancer's routine.
Yet it is nature, that has provided the cactus with it's name, "The dancing Cactus."
Where winds have blown bits off and rejoined, a trailing scarf-like attachment trails and sways almost to the ground.
Once attached there, all movement might cease, the dancing will have ended.
I was privileged to see and record, perhaps it's last performance for all time.
2022 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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