The Dragonfly With The Shining Eyes
The sights of summer call out to me
I hear the chorus of cicadas, the trill of the frogs
as I walk through the lush green of late summer
and then...
She flies into view
A beautiful Dragonfly, silver and black
sleek and fast as she bursts from the gloom
she flies to just within reach
and she stops
humming there in front of my face
watching me with her laughing eyes
full of mischief and light
I want to reach out my hand
but I hesitate...
what if I frighten her?
what if she flies away?
I would never see her again
and that is something I cannot risk
so I sit
still
and I wait
watching
content to be near
and waiting for the chance
to offer my hand
to the Dragonfly with the shining eyes
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