An unexpected visitor makes a soundless smooth arrival,
Elegantly attired in a tailored tight tuxedo of shiny black and blue,
A freshly filled birdbath spied from up above,
Makes a suitable landing spot for this sleek dark lord of the sky.
*
Tucking pairs of legs beneath his two-sectioned torso,
He makes a perfectly executed descent.
Beating out a steady flurried rhythm with a double pair of wings,
He hovers above the water—such exquisite balancing!
*
Then with controlled speed and elevation he perches above his private pond,
Imbibing micro-drinks of cool sparkling water,
Sipping . . . . . sipping . . . . . sipping,
Till his waspy tank reads FULL!
*
A seemingly simple process taken for granted each day,
Endlessly repeated, this routine life-sustaining act.
My mind and heart are drawn into this brief unfolding play,
With both player and process gaining my full attention, I elect to stay.
*
I marvel at the grandeur of this small determined life form,
Such engineered precision! Such intelligent design!
*
He makes me see as never before the preciousness of water,
A priceless gift given freely to creatures great and small,
Vital to all things living, but not appreciated much at all,
*
Continuing to gaze upon this handsome blue-black Lord,
I find myself climbing aboard his strong and stately form,
*
For you see he welcomed me, he knew that I would come,
In a raspy voice he whispered, “Come aboard, you large, thirsty one.”
Rivulets of water are now sliding down my belly,
Here is the lining of my stomach—a membrane, slippery and thin.
*
In winged waspy gladness I continue hovering and humming,
Aware of the exact vibratory rate for this water-tanking task,
I have other speeds for flight, but now is not the time.
*
I have a graceful, slender body, equipped with a rear-mounted weapon,
Poised for accurate split-second deployment for attack or for defense.
*
I survey my summer world with multi-sectioned eyes,
In watery contented solitude I drink and splash and play,
A formidable, black wasp flying machine—most noble Lord of the Sky!
*
Sipping, humming, hovering with Shaneeshwara Bhagavan,
Sipping, humming, hovering with Shaneeshwara Bhagavan,
Lord of all the creatures that travel in the sky,
He’s Lord of all the creatures that travel in the sky.
Elegantly attired in a tailored tight tuxedo of shiny black and blue,
A freshly filled birdbath spied from up above,
Makes a suitable landing spot for this sleek dark lord of the sky.
*
Tucking pairs of legs beneath his two-sectioned torso,
He makes a perfectly executed descent.
Beating out a steady flurried rhythm with a double pair of wings,
He hovers above the water—such exquisite balancing!
*
Then with controlled speed and elevation he perches above his private pond,
Imbibing micro-drinks of cool sparkling water,
Sipping . . . . . sipping . . . . . sipping,
Till his waspy tank reads FULL!
*
A seemingly simple process taken for granted each day,
Endlessly repeated, this routine life-sustaining act.
My mind and heart are drawn into this brief unfolding play,
With both player and process gaining my full attention, I elect to stay.
*
I marvel at the grandeur of this small determined life form,
Such engineered precision! Such intelligent design!
*
He makes me see as never before the preciousness of water,
A priceless gift given freely to creatures great and small,
Vital to all things living, but not appreciated much at all,
*
Continuing to gaze upon this handsome blue-black Lord,
I find myself climbing aboard his strong and stately form,
*
For you see he welcomed me, he knew that I would come,
In a raspy voice he whispered, “Come aboard, you large, thirsty one.”
Rivulets of water are now sliding down my belly,
Here is the lining of my stomach—a membrane, slippery and thin.
*
In winged waspy gladness I continue hovering and humming,
Aware of the exact vibratory rate for this water-tanking task,
I have other speeds for flight, but now is not the time.
*
I have a graceful, slender body, equipped with a rear-mounted weapon,
Poised for accurate split-second deployment for attack or for defense.
*
I survey my summer world with multi-sectioned eyes,
In watery contented solitude I drink and splash and play,
A formidable, black wasp flying machine—most noble Lord of the Sky!
*
Sipping, humming, hovering with Shaneeshwara Bhagavan,
Sipping, humming, hovering with Shaneeshwara Bhagavan,
Lord of all the creatures that travel in the sky,
He’s Lord of all the creatures that travel in the sky.