A Talking Moth

You can’t read my mind though you think you can. My eye won’t tell the truth. You can come back a hundred times, take a thousand micro shots, and write post after post, but these will only reflect your stodgy imaginations.

I pose to fool you, and you are too smart to tell my life but that is actually your own interpretation. You feel so proud to tell the whole world.

You may come to find my cousin next week; you can write again, only your friends, in turn, to be fooled.

Rainfield, have you gone insane by now?

Sketches of Sunlight

A misty morning is not the only verse, when Nature allows morning sun flecks to penetrate through the canopy, when lines of light and shadow being sketched on my hiking trail, another dreamy perspective has been proposed.

Beauty can be lit up, and it was this time, on some ordinary pieces of leaf. Layers of color illuminated and transformed, and Cinderella came to my mind, but without the luxury to stay until twelve midnight.

This then tempted me to sniff along my way up and down Cerok Tokun for more hidden beauties. Others sniffed as well. I over-heard a lady whispering how smelly I was.Oh! I had stressed myself to be soaked to the skin.

Flower, Fly and Bee

Can a flower be selective?

I can hear her murmur with a long suffering sigh, "Him again."

That fly certainly feels very innocent. “I am not the one who goes hovering around faeces!!”

“I’ll go deep inside and give you an unreachable itch if you start making noises". Here come another intruder.

"......."

A Misty Morning

If I am the sun, I would like to stay away for some moments hence webs can lead way, mist prevails, cicadas sing, and trees talk.

If I am the sun, I shall not envy though am blocked behind the clouds. Wind brushes the misty setting, babblers sing back and trees groan under the rudeness of monkeys.

If I am the sun way up there, but I am not.

Robber Fly 吃虫虻

A blogger friend has sowed a seed of curiosity by commenting on my blog; it germinated and grew my interest. I started to search for information on eye colors.

A so-called “Window Approach” declares that the color of a person’s eye is an indicator of one’s personality, whereby brown eyes symbolize sharpness, blue eye, sweetness and green eyes, mischievousness. Dark-eyed people seem to score more in areas of social skills, emotions and neurotic behavior than light-eyed people.

When I met this critter, my question went back to the Window Approach. A robber fly must be having a mixed personality by showing all colours of a rainbow in its compound eye. May this character help during attacking its prey that includes the ants? I do not know.

But I know in the end, it became a part of the food chain of ants.

Do fancy eyes help in the end?