Damselfly

Damselfly

Let's fly

Little Fly, 

Thy summer's play 

My thoughtless hand 

Has brushed away.

Am not I 

A fly like thee? 

Or art not thou 

A man like me?

                            (William Blake)

There are a few flaws, but I wanted to share it anyway since it's winter and I'll have to wait 4 or 5 months to get another chance of catching such reddish eyes again.