Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Poor Dragonfly
Poor Dragonfly. Please don't die.
Today, as I ate my lunch out on the comfortable launchair that was no longer in the sun because the days are getting shorter (not looking forward to winter), I heard this little flutter. At first I thought nothing of it. But then I looked over and saw that you had fallen on your back.
I admit that at first I was a little afraid to do anything. You are a big bug, after all.
But you kept struggling, trying so hard to get off the ground. You fluttered your wings and moved your legs like crazy. So, finally, I got up, found a long stick that had blown off one of the trees, and let you latch onto the stick.
Thank you, dragonfly, for not attacking me when picked you up on my stick . . . or when I set the stick back down, upright so you would not land on your back again.
I only worry about you now because you didn't move from that stick. You just stayed there, perched on the end of the stick. What were you thinking? Were you scared too? Were you worried I would smash you?
No worries, little dragonfly. No one wants to step on your large insect body. Gross.
Today, as I ate my lunch out on the comfortable launchair that was no longer in the sun because the days are getting shorter (not looking forward to winter), I heard this little flutter. At first I thought nothing of it. But then I looked over and saw that you had fallen on your back.
I admit that at first I was a little afraid to do anything. You are a big bug, after all.
But you kept struggling, trying so hard to get off the ground. You fluttered your wings and moved your legs like crazy. So, finally, I got up, found a long stick that had blown off one of the trees, and let you latch onto the stick.
Thank you, dragonfly, for not attacking me when picked you up on my stick . . . or when I set the stick back down, upright so you would not land on your back again.
I only worry about you now because you didn't move from that stick. You just stayed there, perched on the end of the stick. What were you thinking? Were you scared too? Were you worried I would smash you?
No worries, little dragonfly. No one wants to step on your large insect body. Gross.
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