She was a lady
That found a Dragonfly
She admired one day
Marveled at it's flight
Wondered at it's colors
Thought it must have a sort of might
It sat on a stream without others
Marveled that alone it lived each day and night
Then it flew away
Almost like a dream
And the lady went about her walk
Realising the Dragonfly watched it seemed
When she tried to it to talk.
She a lady, that found a Dragonfly.
Bullion Grey (1960- )
Photo: Banded Demoiselle (Calopteryx Splendens)