A circus in the neighborhood

 In the good old days, a powerful beam of light on the sky, was a sign, the circus has come to the distant, nearest town.

It is no joke running a circus, with all the rules and regulations to follow, with the artists and animals to perform for food, accommodation and pay, against the bellows of the animal activists, opposing animal acts. ( am one of them)

A clown plays the substitute for any artist who has taken sick, in an emergency, he can tumble, balance walk on a tight rope, cycle around, juggle a few bottles, run around with the horses and canines, and also make the kids giggle with laughter, with his false tears at being paddled on his rear.

These days, you do not have to go to the circus, you could see the acts on the road, the daredevil riders/ cyclists hands free, adjusting their collars or hairdo, or cooing into their mobile, while on the move, Others doing balancing acts on a parapet wall in high scary places.

Once I went to get a mahout off his elephant, on the road and perform in exchange, for his animal, and beg for money, by blessings the public.

There is no dirth for clowns, we notice them, not for intelligence, but stupidity.

Anyway we do not need to go to the tented circus, animal acts can be understood and stopped, and human limits of endurance challenged, and exhibited at carnivals, and games.

Many a time a clown from within will surface to save face, at a difficulty.

P. S.
I have always felt I could do a one man show.