tis a short story
one warm day in October,
twas in the Sun’s glory
there were Ladies all over.
Red, orange ‘n black
spotted dots on their backs,
in my garden they swarmed,
on head, shirt, ‘n both arms!
Brushed off then alarmed,
then amused, I stepped back
‘n watched upwards they flew
up, down then across
there were more than a few!
For as winter approached
one last chance for a fling
was to dance altogether
and do their own thing!