THE HOVERFLY

on the tiny blue flower.
Another hot day, so we did not walk anywhere.
In the late afternoon I found this hoverfly, that seemed exited by the blue flower. In and out she went, flew around and came back again.
Dived into the flower and at one moment she washed her hands, cheerfully.

My haiku:

If and ever I
Do find you cleverly hidden
Don't be surprised

And the proverb:

He/she that hides, can find.

c.1400  Seven Sages  68.