red insects

Cotton Clouds

I remember walking on grass, at the park, pre-covid, wandering aimlessly and enjoying the sun, the wind, the buzzing of insects. And then I saw this economy of red insects in cotton clouds laid haphazardly on the ground. It was like a chance meeting for me, but to these little fellas, they have been doing this threading work for many generations. And I am just a passer-by today, taking in an experience that is priceless.

The cotton pod explodes into a dizzying array of soft pillows, like the fine hairs of an elderly dame. They look like cotton clouds descended on mortal lands. But on a bedding of green grass. Grass that carried these little soldiers and brought them onto its lofty fluffy candy floss like entanglements. Ah, the red army marches on at the opportunity to work its fine fibres. Perhaps, they too are looking for rest, and a place to laid their weary heads. Maybe they too like to lie down on comfortable cushions, staring gazing into the blue sky, and smile.