DAMSELFLY PLAYS THE GAME
Hoping for to score, she is to-and-fro.
Finding perfect patch, puts herself on show.
Now in blazing sun, she’s a splendid sight
With her sleek figure dressed in blue so bright.
Her wings, silver lace and so delicate.
Now she folds them in, her profile perfect.
Her huge eyes are keen, seeing all about
To spot likely male for a quick workout.
But all is slow, so shows her flying skill,
Playing hide-and-seek. A male joins the thrill.
Flying from the patch, in tandem they play.
Soon the male is spent, so now flies away.
After a short rest, she begins again,
To pull one more male. 'Tis survival game.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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