A hundred dragonflies swarm down low
To my steps along this trail
They parry and feint, lunge and thrust
To a rhythm in an unheard scale
Bold and shy, these winged warriors come
To fence with a mastery all their own
Perhaps my gait seems a dangerous force
Or strikes a challenge in some hidden tone
But these sylphin dancers seem a happy lot
As they ballet through the sky
Unlike their pesky cousins
Perpetually bothering when they fly
Poetry and Verse 