They say the dancing panda dances to the sun, but this doesn’t seem to be the case. The dancing panda requires something more.
It dances to the beat of a head banging against a wall, the rhythm of a fist falling into skin.
It dances to the sound of a scream, the smack of a slap.
It dances when it sees red, when it sees blue.
But the sun? No, it doesn’t dance to that.