By Kim Davis © 2006

I sat in the cool, still morning

Gathering my thoughts;

Deciding whether to beseech or assault the morning.

Humming filled the air

And called my eye

To the red liquid suspended in glass

From my porch roof.

A pair danced there;

Whether duel or duet was hard to tell.

Tiny rapiers thrust forward

They came together.

Buzz, buzz as they got too close.

They paused in perfect unison,

Sipped their wine,

And rose to dance again.