Sparkling flashes of scarlet and emerald.
Whirring of tiny wings caressing the air.
Magical fairies that sip
Flower nectar and fig juice.
Huge eyes that study me
As I sit motionless
Waiting for them to approach.
What is this large pale creature
That watches us play
Among the leaves?
A feathery brush against my hair
Startles my senses.
The divine is reaching down
To awaken my delight
In such a perfect creature.
How cumbersome
To be so large and slow.
We pity your lack of wings
And brilliant colors.
But feed us our sugar
And we will dance for you.
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