© Ayr/Gray

He smiles and jokes and explains tall tales. He’s in his element.
From morning to evening, and even later, he’s busy.

Many people look up, staring and taking photos.

He’s a real live wire.
Sometimes there will be a pigeon on his head, but he doesn’t mind.

But we can’t hear him.
Not a word.

But he continues and he seems to be happy.

And if it’s really dark, and no one’s around, he’ll drop down.
There’s a park bench and it’s a great place to sleep.
But he’s back in his usual place before anyone else is around.

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(99 words)