Cotton clouds zipping by
Along the baby blue sky
Point And Shoot, P.A.S.
Put your hat on, and stick your gut out
The whipping sound of dragonflies
Crossing our walking trails
You amuse me. You are my muse
As spiraling branches with new leaves
No more a dream of a lion about to pounce
You now can move and breathe
White Toadstools popped like plastic toys
Lizards scurry and scamper across our trails
Rushing briskly over mangled trunks
Blackened with age, still brown
Tomorrow Spring starts, 20th of March
The Vernal Equinox arrives
A clearance brightened by the sun, no longer under shade
A hammer in the distance: thump, thump, thump
A young family walks ahead of our way
A fluttering swallowtail dances over the moistened soil
Flapping wings in black and yellow stripes
It stays in one place among mud and grey stones
Fed by minerals, feeed byyyy miii-neee-rals
It splays its wings and stays in one place
A yellow necklace across its black planes
A giant dragonfly also feeds off the mud
Its wings shimmering light
As no diamond ever could
Its body looks like a snake
With big eyes
A giant dragonfly
A Chihuahua passed us by
Left or right? Left …
For bigger fish to fry
Surface skimmers surf and linger on the water
These two look as if they are skating or fighting
It’s funny
A brown stripe snake skims over the water
And a young turtle turns round and round
Iridescent small fish with long tales
Look, look, look, look
The turtle swims slowly away
See, see, see
The snake undulates as well
Between water lilies
Lying over the mirrored surface
Through reflections it bastes fronds made into lace.
Point And Shoot. P.A.S.
Observations On The Nature of Perception 
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