
Busy as one can see,
Gliding between rays of light.
Constant motion giving way to a dive,
Leaping into a well of nectar.
Dusted upon from wingtip to antennae,
You trace a half lazy path back home.
-M.E. InkOwl
Busy as one can see,
Gliding between rays of light.
Constant motion giving way to a dive,
Leaping into a well of nectar.
Dusted upon from wingtip to antennae,
You trace a half lazy path back home.
-M.E. InkOwl