Pursued by Odonates

I walked out of the Pig, loaded the groceries in the car, wheeled the cart to the rack, looked up at the cloud-studded sky, and saw Black Saddlebags.

Two of them.

Hawking.

Flying above the parking lot, over the store, and back.

What must have the cashiers thought, standing by their registers, staring -- as they do -- through the plate glass windows, or the shoppers have thought, just arriving, parking, getting out.

What is that woman doing?

I would answer, Admiring the view!