Waltz.

As the melody played through the cold summer air
wasps stopped to watch the swooning spectacle.
They looked abroad and encountered a pleasant dance.
The way that this animal moved, unlike any creature
they have laid eyes on formerly.
Lurching back and forth, flying, like when the tide pulls with the moon.
Silver and red ribbons continue of this waltz.
Frame so fragile,
Movement so graceful,
Character so innocent.

-Visu