Before Rain and Dusk

Late, under darkening sky, thunder rolling in with cool wind, one Swift Setwing, two Blue Dashers, three Fragile Forktails all caught and ate smaller insects, as if storing last meals before the storm.

Everyone eats, and everyone hunkers.

That Sucks (Literally)

Bristled and bearded
the stout robber fly
stabs proboscis into victim
injects paralyzing enzymes
digests dragonfly guts
then sucks up the liquid.

What was Banded Pennant
becomes assassin fly

and so it goes.

Everybody Eats

Only some of us get to do it sitting down,

without being blown up and down and sideways.

And my food doesn't generally squirm when I eat it.