Coming of Age
The vine danced in the wind. Swinging gently, the young one thought 'This is life; I will soon be an adult I will take in many lovers I will have offsprings in thousands This beautiful land and brook mine'.
Above, on the low-hanging branch Sat a Bee-eater, sharpening his beak His eyes had a kindness one could not fathom As he gazed on the young dragonfly.