Buzzing around flying onto a moldy log,

hovering over the swampy river.

A dragonfly appears, near his home.

It zipped and dipped around.

 

Dramatic like a movie looking for food.

I carefully watched in the background.

Like a spy watching,

Before his next move.

 

It smelled like a polluted river,

With a tint of bleach.

It was a horrid smell of a place,

For such a beautiful creature

 

Then I glanced into the empty sky,

With fire rockets flying up spreading bright, glowing stars.

Making the sky as bright as daylight with the sun.

As the creature went to bed.