What I Do

After work, exhausted, I plopped down in a showroom chair. Waiting to finalize the order for my new sofa, I actually closed my eyes. My father used to say “I’m not sleeping. I’m just resting my eyes.”

I was sleeping.

But only for a few seconds.  But admittedly out like a light.

In my reverie I heard  “Okay Mrs. Zimmerman we’re all set.”  I opened my eyes and the salesman, somewhat surprised by my snoozing, asked me what I do.

Without skipping a beat I said, “I teach 7 year olds how to be nice to each other.”

It was that kind of a day.

Conversation With a Dragonfly

Just look at you!

All dainty and glittering

like a bubble bath.

You look familiar….

Haven’t I seen you somewhere?

Was it on the list of Insects People Like?

What they don’t know

is what an unerring hunter you are,

such a voracious aerial predator are you.

There you go….

Plotting your course like the ancient mariner

able to snatch your target in midair

focus singly on your prey amid a cloud of fluttering fraternity brothers

attack your lone target from the chaotic swarm.

Glutton….

Wolfishly consuming, tearing up your kill and mashing it into a single glob.

Munch, munch, munch…

a wad of snuff for your mouth.

Bantam creature

Bottomless appetite

Not much one for smelling or pheromonal flirtations.

Not you.

Who knew?

Gilled predator, you hatch from an egg;

Hydrojet through water in search of aquatic prey.

Until….

you are ready to spread your wings and take your hunt to the sky.