one crisp autumn afternoon I came upon a dragonfly a-sunning himself in the path that I was walking by shiny and bright red he was like a brand new sports car only much more advanced just an inch and a half so far and actually he was more like a miniature helicopter as he could take off upwards or even backwards if he ought'er he didn't seem to mind me there if I didn't block his sun and he looped up every now and then I think just having fun he moved his cranium about --a monstrous bulby head with feelers and compound eyes like creatures dreamed in bed my own head's shadow lay nearby the angle and wind-blown hair making it look rather odd itself but the dragonfly didn't care I wondered if he'd prefer that I had a big bug skull then realized any head would do whose shadow on his di'n't fall but though I edged carefully past my shadow flicked over him and he flew up right away to light beyond its furthest rim it must be a nice thing to be in the best place you know and able to move to another just whenever you want to go and better if like the dragonfly turnabout's not your curse as to get somewhere behind yourself you just zip there in reverse