• A top hat and a cane
    A trickster’s smile dancing upon his lips.
    Blank magic up his sleeve
    Doves in a handkerchief.
    The stag light comes to life
    And curious eyes fall silent.
    Smoke and lights appease the mind
    Oo’s and Aa’s fill the room
    Never noticing the slight slip of a hand
    An extra card hidden in his collar.
    A deep bow and a curtain close
    He walks away with the same smile.
    For it was time to trick the next flock of conscience
    With their own foolishness.