Summer at the Lake

The dragonfly, its shimmer iridescent,
caught hovering above the lily's cup.
Nearby the gnats are swarming, their incessant
and shoal like movement, every rise and drop,
is reminiscent of a single creature,
until a swallow dives into the swarm,
and gulps a dozen down. (Its naming feature,
if I can take a minute to inform,
not for its mouth, but for its cleft shaped tail).
While this goes on, and wholly undetected,
a stealthy frog is managing to scale
the lily pad, and when it's least expected,
shoots out its wagging tongue above the lake,
but comes up empty having missed the drake.