Parched was his throat,
and his stomach funnily growled,
the sound of which was drowned,
in the pandemonium of the crowd.
His feet started to tremble,
the sun too strong on his slender body.
He couldn’t do this anymore,
walking on this thin rope high up in the air.
He pleaded with his eyes,
but a glare from his master silenced him, perhaps forever.
One more step and he felt light, his body floating through the air,
one last thud, and he smiled, his sorrows over for a lifetime.