The evening of dragonflies
A dragonfly appears with the breeze of the evening, darting about the garden. It investigates the rose, then the lily, then buzzes away towards the other side of the yard just underneath the maple tree. And then it does the entire circuit again, varying sometimes the height, the speed, the flutter. Then comes a second dragonfly, who shows at once that her interest lies in the other side of the garden. She is careful to look at every flower, every tree, as she dances gracefully across the heaven of green.
Suddenly, they switch flight paths. Perhaps they are exchanging their individual experiences? Checking out what each other has seen, comparing notes? Verifying that all data is collected and correct?
So they dart, fly, and flutter, hovering above the grass and beneath the unweeping willow, drawing mysterious patterns which might determine tomorrow's weather, which flowers might bloom in the morning, or maybe the cloudiness of next Sunday's sky. When their job is finally done, they zip around the edge of the garden, and promptly vanish from sight.
Posted by sniffles at August 03, 2003 11:21 PM