My Garden II

by Michael Groetsch

As I quenched the thirst of my garden this morning,
I watched in awe as a tiny mosquito hawk hovered
So very carefully above the waters powerful steam.
After several attempts the delicate creature was able to sip the waters edge
Without being crushed by its deadly force.
Such precious moments are the dividends of growing old.
Moments that would have gone unnoticed when I was young.