dragonfly

Got into my place.
She knows I love them,
She draws the way with scent,
"That guy loves dragonfly".

My place,
A small room with a huge ceiling fan,
So eager to slice the air,
And whatever may float up there.

No panic !
It got in,
Finding a pointky face,
To land its six Zay.

Under the bed,
Full of dusty traps,
Dirty its own legs.

Thousands of fives,
Fives of bendy branches,
Prison it in the warm darkness,
They swing
As if saying,
"Don't panic !"

Closes its grid of eyes,
Thought found its hive,
Yet was thrown outside,
Where so many things shine.

Up against bunches of floating stars,
"Thanks, dragonfly"