Dragonfly by Alpheus Williams

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 dashes in any direction. Compound eyes miss nothing and neither do jaws.  Misses are rare.  95% strike rate.    She hunts the air above tall grassed flat lands away from the wet marsh and bothersome mate-hungry males.  When nature‚Äôs urge becomes too much, she returns to the wetlands of … Continue reading Dragonfly by Alpheus Williams