Two red dragonflies led us down the path
deep into the woods
where their home by the pond lay.
There was a delicate giggle behind us
was it from the wood sprites?
that eventually disappeared into thin air
just like the smoke from a log cabin beyond
the forest's edge.
A much louder laugh - no, a bark
dissipated into the air
coming from the prairie dogs
cheerily celebrating the night air
as the sun went down in the west.
Copyright 2009 Julie Kovacs. Not to be reprinted without permission from the author.