Large mushroom tripods
under the light of a moon.
This is what I wake to
in the wilderness
I say nothing
and watch not daring to give
myself away in my sleeping cave.
They are Diaskun
and in their native form
their large bodies semitransparent
and I have never seen the like
they are so shy
but not now
internal liquids glowing
in sharp reds, oranges and yellow.
Their dance mounts to a
staid frenzy and they form a ring
on two legs, their third arching out and forming
a large bulb in the centre
It pulses with their internal colours
once, twice and three times.
They freeze and I fall asleep
observing the dark and silent canopy.
I wake the next morning and they’re
gone. No sign that they’ve been.
Like a dream but I know what I’ve witnessed.
Something I feel is as rare as it is beautiful.
The mating dance of the Diaskun.
Emily’s World Expedition