The dragonfly jumps, fear compelling,
out of the damp leaves,
as I stroll by unheeding.
Right straight pass my face, on flight
like fairies in ole tales
as I stroll in fasination.
Fascination at the light, that was hiding
within the shadows like a game
as I stroll through the dark
I had a similar experience with fire flies on a walk with Renee once. I enhoyed this!
Kris