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The Dragonfly

There is an insect; not appreciated; like the regal honey bee.

She is the dragonfly; exquisitely beautiful; a mosquito vacuum; expert flier; the envy of every aerospace engineer.

Dragonfly; I see you.

Thanks.

Monarch in the milkweed. As you flutter around, and rest with your wings closed, then open.

You flutter around and follow me to the back garden, where you alight in the daisies.

There is beauty.

All is not lost.

There is hope.

It was late evening, just before dusk; Mr. and Mrs. Goldfinch were enjoying a peaceful meal in the thistle patch. Then I came along. Sorry!

This was beside Lake Erie; close to the beach; in Rock Point Provincial Park.

When the birds have gone home to rest their heads, there’s others to take their place.

The bat comes swooping, in the dusk-laden sky, so we can see his fox-like face.

Red and white clover.

You smell so sweet!

You are the honeybee’s favourite food to eat.

I am saddened today because I learnt that Jimmy Seals passed away yesterday.

I believe that his soul is happy with his loved ones who are already there.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Seals!

Buttercups and daisies, as far as the eye can see. That is what I saw this morning…what June brought to me.

The northern flicker is one of my very favourite birds.

I love his elaborate attire. His brown striped jacket; his speckled waistcoat and pants; his black cravat.

In his other life, perhaps he was the ringleader of a circus; directing the lions and bears and flaming hoops.

But for now, he is vigorously plucking ants out of the crack in the sidewalk; occasionally stopping to utter his surprisingly kookaburrish laugh.

Thanks flicker, for brightening my day.