For myself

and perhaps

for some others

it is all about

watching, no, admiring

the crystalline examples

of intelligence found

at times in the shade

on a far-too-hot afternoon,

those winged ones I share

this staying-alive thing with

flutter about

seeking the perfect branch,

no, stone, or blade of grass,

to land on, knowing then

one spot, no, choice,

is to be the coolest.