Fleeting moments

A blue tit skims a stagnant pool; for a moment longer, a thistled creature clings, snoozing upon a wispy blade of grass.

A bumbling bee brushes the golden weed; for a moment longer, golden dust speckles its hairy back.

A coffee laden spider scrambles over tangled grass; for a moment longer, the lanterns bathed in green breathe in, and breathe out.

A fly, wings amiss, wiggles antennae to the breeze of the wind.



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