I sat against the hot rock, looking out into the picturesque view in front. It was peaceful, the sound of the creek in the background, the hot sun on my face, it was just what I needed. I must have merged with landscape, because a small dragonfly landed near my arm. I looked at it, I saw a small animal wriggling in its mouth, a mosquito, that’s what it was. Bit by bit the dragonfly ate the mosquito. As I got up to look closer, I realised the mosquito was alive, but it wouldn’t be alive for long. I kept on getting closer to it but it didn’t fly away, it didn’t flinch, it just kept o ignoring me. I really was engrossed in the bush. I watched, fascinated, until the whole mosquito was gone. Why, why could the dragonfly not feel guilt, or disgusted.
