Curiousity Breeds Perception

A Poem Written Thanks to Indirect Inspiration from these two lovlies (their blogs are amazing and I just want to read more and more of their writing):

http://theernoflife.tumblr.com/ and http://blindmusings.tumblr.com/ 

What Eats The Dragonfly?

As the Cruel June sun teased
my efforts of fruitful labor,
I was overcome.
By a fleet of insects,
gnats, wasps, bees, mosquitoes,
and other ones I am too ashamed to mention.

Nevertheless, upon the heat he came,
The Dragonfly.
Feasting upon my fears, my nuisances, my troubles,
He joyfully graciously filled himself,
and with it, my gratitude.

How majestic!  I thought as my sun torched face turned into a smile.
The dragonfly eats all! No bee too big or a gnat too small.

But my innocent mind led to mature curiousity.
What eats the dragonfly?
Sure the bugs are too small.
The crows do not care for insects.
The animals are busy eating plants or one another.
They do not eat the dragonfly.

My glorious realization mirrored his harmonious humming as he flew by.
Landing on my spade, he looked at me with pleasure.
My worn outstretched palm became for him a new branch to touch.

And upon landing he flew no more.
My face embraced the cruel summer heat pour.
I felt helpless as I did before.

I killed the dragonfly.