DiviantArt by Extremophileme

I watch as a tiny egg is planted on a cattail reed

Waiting for the nymphs

Picking cattails while I wait

I am curious to see the birth of

Nymphs

I am told they have

Translucent bodies

Stealthy and swift they search first for food

Killing tadpoles for lunch

As child of the Pond Country

On spring afternoons

My brother and I caught tadpoles

In a Mason jar

Nymphs become Nymphomaniacs

Salamanders in the window well

Creatures slithering in the pond

Past life connections to Sea Monsters

Dragonflies have 30,000 lenses in their eyes

Seeing what the shadow knows

I often lurk in shadows

Wishing I had lenses like these

Lenses working like fingertips

Bringing in the light

Creating dark

Shedding skin for the last time

Bleeding fire

While I admire my iridescent skin

As freckles turn to liver spots

Fusing them with bits

Of Dichroic glass

The mating dance begins for the first time

Begins for the last time

Hovering, I watch the dance

Sitting just above my bobber

Threading needles with seeds

Seeds for new eggs

Mating before my eyes

Virgins for the first time

In the backseat of the car

Ends for the last time

On the day we pass to the other side

Dragonfly and Me

Bonded at the shoulder

I have learned to fly