As I sat on the stoop and worked,
I noticed something new.
Caleb’s hole, now filled with rainwater,
Had caught the eye of a dragonfly.
Hovering, she swiftly dipped her abdomen,
Again and again, in this small muddy puddle.
Each dip, she laid an egg,
A hundred times or more.
And I watched, both entranced
And repulsed.
Beautiful blue body, perfectly balanced,
But to lay in such a temporary site.
Mama, your efforts are sure to be wasted,
Your beautiful offspring destroyed.
And yet, if I scared her away,
There’s still no guarantee.
So I watched in silence and awe,
And was relieved on the morrow
To see the pond intact.
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