Across the tops of the bull reeds,
armour-plated in a variety
of neon, metallic colourings.
The rapid click and buzzing
of those double sets of wings,
controlled aerial manoeuvres.
It is the month of June
and the side of the Estuary
is alive with Curlew,
Little Egret and Oystercatcher.
There is a young family
picnicking half a field away
and Farm Cows with frolicking
the deep green hill behind them.
Whilst I have been stood
for a good half hour or more
upon this old rickety footbridge,
admiring the Dancing Dragonflies
all around me and my
contented and watchful smile.
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