FIREWORKS ALONG THE WESER

last night. I really was too lazy to come out my bed, as I was reading. Piet Hein saw it all, it was beautiful, he said. I found it now and then very loud. In the night a thunder, only one nearby and then it drifted away. And I too!
Not knowing yet if and what would bring this day I looked into flowers and followed some tiny creatures. One caterpillar sat on a half eaten leaf, I can now easily see what made yesterday's picture beautiful,the yellow flowers of course.

My haiku describing what I saw also:

A big hoverfly
Sleeping in the heart of the rose
Forever perhaps?

And the proverb from La Fontaine:

A fly sat on the chariot wheel and said,
'What a dust I raise!