Mother has latticed wings, translucent tinted amber, sectioned like leaded glass in church windows.  Her flight is poetry, lyrical, beautiful, full of grace, deadly.  She kills on the wing, takes prey in taloned limbs, rips off wings and devours it headfirst.  Harnesses the wind, owns the air.  The physics of her flight is art and science.  She hovers, darts and … Continue reading Dragonfly by Alpheus Williams