A Dragonfly

I was then, a boy of barely seven, One day I was sauntering in my garden. While I watched and touched the flowers, Saw a dragonfly in the afternoon hours. It had two pairs of transparent wings, With pigments tattooed in colorful rings. It had six long legs that remained folded, Beneath its beautiful wings tinged with red. The legs unfolded as it perched itself on The flowers, the petals or the grass of the lawn. It had a brown head with multifaceted eyes, That could rotate at will though so small in size. I made several attempts to catch it by its tail, Twice I aborted but the third time I didn't fail. Stealthily moving, just as I grasped the tail's tip, I realized, it was my forefinger that he quickly bit. A semblance of blood on my finger tip oozed out, Not much pain, yet I wanted to tear its wings apart But, studying the detailed anatomy of its body parts, Its sheer tininess made me release it with no hurt.