Camouflaged as lifeless leaf upon the green
And yellowing blades of grass, a minute mass
Of azure and gold touched by the wind,
Flutters slowly, moving through unseen
Spiders’ webs, but unerringly does it pass
Beyond their reach and turns to find
Itself alone.

Awakened, alert to the silent presence
Of sinister shadows, it dances
First towards the sky, then descending
Between autumn browned leaves and thence
Approaches paintspot flowers, chances
On past deserted petals, condescending
To their touch.

				  1976