A blob of dark rose from the
branches
Like a resurrection of a thought
Kept in abeyance for right occasion
The drongo, flapped, focused on
evading dragonfly
Summersaulted, missed, and was
back on the perch
Crooning another fanciful lie
Thoughts can sometimes take new
meanings
When missed words care less
Like in an unexplored cave
The light shines a prehistoric
feature
Of extinct animal
Eyes that saw
Decides to draw the moment
In least care for posterity
