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A Shimmering

Green and shimmering and fluttering through the air. I follow. It hovers by a leaf, settles, and stills. A lacewing. The lacewing disappears. I see only leaf and nearby leafs and branch and bush. Feathery grasses tickle from below. Among them, a sensitive plant, which I tickle but does not close.     It is not a sensitive plant. Nearby, a scrawny vine of poison ivy, which I do not tickle. Something tickles me. A tiny spider threads a line across my hand. I blow it off into yellow flowers. The flowers nod. The bushes sway in a light breeze. Leafs sway. A fluttering appears in the air, green and shimmering. The lacewing flies away. (Written on October 20, 2018 at Zilker Nature Preserve)