7 Flies …

Robber fly, robber of life. For it’s precise aerial performance in catching and dispatching its prey. A quick jab, usually to the back of the head.
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Picture wing fly, maybe … not sure. Usually found where soft fruit is rotting from their tender affections.

Bearded blue fly, often found at rest around the garden. Next door has a dog they don’t clean up after, they are beauties anyway.

Only found hanging around the blue banded bee nest site, so far. A young fly of another more commonly seen kind, perhaps.

This kind maybe? When a fly is allowed to grow to maturity, often only in the ‘wild’ – ironically – they develop characteristics, of form and colour and bearing, apparent to the eye that sees.

A hoverfly, I think. Golden to the first sight, and precise colouring of the eye. Sometimes the only function is a little beauty.

A bee fly, maybe. I’m no expert at naming … They do love their nectar, with a long proboscis to extract it more easily.
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Royal Ant
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A natural creature just keeps going as long as it has the energy, to perform its function, instinctively.

She’s beginning to feel the need for preening, to get the kinks or debris out of her form. Takes her time.

Or she’s just checking out her world, small as it is it is mighty big to her eyes. Would be to mine …
A queen perhaps, of the green-head tribe, of which there are many colonies around the house.
Brought to ground, or water in this case, by the strong winds and rain that’s been passing lately.
Being winged she is on her way to birth another ant colony, chances are, workers of the hard soil.
It’s easy to tell where a colony is days after a little rain, where the grass is growing straight and strong and green.
They prep the ground with their nest site diggings, the way a gardener would to plant food and flowers.
Just one of the millions of creatures working the earth, that we would be poorer for their passing.
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Bee Again …
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I don’t know if a hive creature adapts to being alone for a night …
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Mitey Bee …
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And then she was gone, off on the wind.
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Mantis
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Spring has arrived in the southern hemisphere, my Brisbane anyway. Going by the small wildlife in the garden. Sun is up, enough, and the garden gets watered.
All winter we had mozzies and recently they disappeared, more or less. Probably that small plane circling overhead, dusting their nearby mangrove breeding grounds.
Otherwise life forms are burgeoning, sort of, with a few mid sized creatures who had matured elsewhere come visiting.
And then at night it all disappears into the darkness under the stars, and the waning moon.
The frog squeaks his pleasure in the damp dark forest, the garden is still.
Trials of summer heat yet to come. A different pleasure.
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Ghost
It’s whatever haunts …
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Darkness …
… the canvas upon which all is wrought, something arises.
Elegant butterfly, resting on a dried passion-fruit tendril.
Nature makes use of everything, no such thing as waste.
Even in the affairs of Man everything serves the whole.
And is seen to serve, in the process of negating …
… whatever arises inside.
Until nothing does.
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