A warm sunny day,
In April, or was it May.
What an escape,
Into beautiful landscape.
Flit, stop, hover, stop,
Walk, stop, run, stop.
How long I waited for you to alight
Upon the leaf that was to your delight.
OH! Stinging nettle; Ouch! Scratching bramble.
Get closer, steady, CLICK, just managed
the angle.
Magnificent wings,
Coloured rings.
I can even put it into rhyme,
Something to read, time after time.
By Kris Prevel
March 2013
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with
dew
A living flash of light he flew.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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