Closer to the Beast

How dare saunter on the pavement path,
Barely ten feet away from fatality.
How fearless staring at the young little dancer of nature,
With shiny lively tail.
How charming the tiny actor,
Improving his glossy tail,
And pouring the water of the Glory Glades
On every golden scale.

How brave turning back on the smiling beast,
Who is just feet away off the wooden barrier.
How slowly moving her snout
Out of the artificial dark green slime.

How cheerfully she seems to grin
With her long crooked mouth.
How neatly spreading her claws,
And welcome other creatures in,
With gently smiling jaws!

What is fear?

The overwhelming joy seems to define its meaning.