The blue dragonfly with its bulbous eye
is my true ally against mosquitoes
who seek to siphon off my rosy blood.
He will dart and dine in shafts of sunlight,
but will depart when blear darkness descends.
Some people think a dog is their true friend,
but I prefer the bluetail’s roving eye.
This friend makes no demands at all of me—
as a result I’m left entirely free
to garden or lark about my small yard
with a sense of ease in golden sunshine
as I admire the light, hovering flight
of my bright, colorful necromancer
who glides as the air’s brilliant passenger.
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