My precious Sunday Visitor

The dragonfly

“In twilight peace, the sky hums.
Maybe there will be colors.

Without a note, the dragonfly glides,
lands on the tree trunk, watching.

We know of him by his transparent wings,
by his hummingbird size.

He is the leopard of insects.
No mosquito, no gnat, no fly
is safe within his prowling stare.
He flies like the wind.

To the moth, he is death,
To the raven, he is a feast.
He is the predator, until one day,
He is the prey,

like us all.”

By Richard Milewski

I hope you are enjoying summer, storing sweet memories...

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