The cats bring me gifts; they leave them outside the door: lizards, locusts, snakes, birds, eggs, embryos, feathers…
I’m never sure what I’ll find on the verandah in the morning. Never sure if it will be alive or dead, complete or dismembered.
So when I found this lovely creature the other morning, I assumed he was only in one piece because the cats had got bored and abandoned the game when he died of shock.
Naturally, I went to get the camera to take some close-ups…At which point, he started to he started to pose for the camera:He spread his wings wide to the warmth of the sun, presumably gathering energy to proceed on his way, which he did a few hours later. (Fortunately the cats were sufficiently satisfied with their official breakfast and didn’t come back to bother him.)I’d never before thought of solar-powered dragons, but looking back over old poems I find that I have a piece called Dragon Dance where “wild windworms” were “treading the air, low on the eastern sky”. I think perhaps they, too, were recharging their batteries in the early morning sunlight.
Now, they come to me in the dawn-lands:
between dreams and waking
they call me to join their unending dance.
3 thoughts on “here be dragons”
An interesting dragonfly. The markings are of a kind I’ve never seen before. These are really good photographs of him too.
Thank you! Praise from you for my photos is high praise.
(The dragonfly made it easier by sitting still for a long time while I went all round him with my camera.)