Angled black legs dance delicate on slender petals painted pink. Translucent wings sharp as an assassin’s dagger look like they could never lift the rotund, metallic green body from its flowery perch.
And why would the fly, who is disdained by all, want to leave its tropical island floating in a pastoral sea of wavy lime-colored grass and weeds?
The poor prickly-leaved milk thistle, a bane to many, enjoys the fly stepping and probing.
Alone and isolated, neither appears to have much to offer the world. But together, the two provide a beneficial service through their sticky union. The sharp and detailed image of a pair mated by mutual needs transcends common thought, finds beauty in attraction.