I’ve seen them many times before
just outside my back porch door,
dancing ‘round from high to low
‘round and ‘round and “Doe-See-Doe.”
On glittering, gossamer, ghost like wings
flickering like hummingbirds in the spring,
yet smaller still to stalk their prey
of beasty bugs far less than they.
From water born, transformed larvae
shedding, molting 'til set free,
into the world of earth, sky,...
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