A dragonfly lay feebly on the ground;
she did not seem to wish to rise again.
Her wings were creased, her gaze betrayed her strain,
and like a shroud, dead leaves lay all around.
The parcels that she bore looked bright and glad,
addressed to sundry pets from far and wide.
If they were late arrivals, woe betide!
The pets they were addressed to would be sad.
"You need some help!" I said, "I volunteer!
My Sports Club will send other helpers, too;
The members all need something else to do
Now summer sports are done, and winter's near.
Arise! Bring lots of parcels in your nets,
and leave the final mile to "Power Pets!"