Dragonflies Are Pixies

The dragonflies I see fly around

In a small green field where dandelions abound.

Circling and diving in cool morning air

Dancing on and on without a care.

They could be after prey

Like the gnats that fly in the day

But I have some theories

One being that the dragonflies are really pixies

The pixies wear a magic disguise

As unassuming dragonflies

So that they can dance in plain sight

Of the dangerous humans without fright.

Pixies love to explore and dance

To flutter about and prance.

But they cannot do that in pixie form

Like in their world where it’s the norm.

If they didn’t wear disguises, 

They’d be captured in human vices

And be pinned in display cases

Like butterflies hung in people's living spaces.

So they hide in plain sight

And flutter about day and night.

Knowing most humans will leave them in peace

Most of their unease can cease.

So whenever I see a dragonfly

In groups or alone on the fly

I think, The pixies have come again today,

And happily go my way.