An expedition deep into the garden where the green metalic folk know...

The expedition 4th Feb 2009
I heard recently of an expedition.
Deep into the forests of the unknown, travelling to an extinct volcano in Papua New Guinea, an expedition is planned to look for species missed by the eyes of previous scientists.
Now I've got to tell you of the world I am discovering when I wander deep into my mother's garden.
Winged-hunters are waiting on every leaf - well I lie of course, but every second leaf some coloured being sits waiting.
What are they waiting for?
The long-legged fly, metallic green stands tall, and I am convinced it stands as tall as it does so as to throw large shadows, large shadows to scare the marauding jumping spider that patrols the leaf margins.
By standing tall the long-legged fly's size is doubled, especially on each folded leaf.
There its shadow is magnified and it casts itself as a winged-dragon, a wasp perhaps, yet seemingly large enough to frighten the sharpened talons of the spider...
I sense everything is in a state of perpetual predatory positioning - (ppp) for short.
The spider hunts the fly and the fly the aphid.
The ant feeds from the aphid and thwarts the aggression of the fly and spider... Ying and yang throw up such challenges... but we, all living beings, opportunistic beings, feeding and reproducing, but not necessarily in that order, stand ever watchful...or blissfully unaware...
There is something to be understood in the garden, deep in the garden.
Here some philosophy is signified for s/he who is watching.
Society, just like this garden bed glimpsed in the highways among the plumbago woven with spider's silken threads between roses, highlight the need for caution.
When in the company of my children, or another's children, I am aware of the predator among us.
Somewhere in the playground he has walked.
Maybe he is not there now, maybe he will come next week, but he will come when our children are at their most vulnerable... predators work that way.
The long-legged fly never sits still for long, s/he changes where s/he stands, that way the dark eyes and eight legs of the hunting spider will be kept at arms length. Spiders in our garden have so much to teach us, of their traits and ours.
"Jumping spider catching fly; strings his web with which to dine; spots his quarry and jumps the fly; waiting patient for its aphid pie"
I hope the expedition returns safe and doesn't end up as some creature's dinner who, like the long-legged fly, are jumping, even when they don't know why, their species have depended upon it, and those who did, survived!
"Long legged and casting shadows and jumping to and fro, I hope the expedition can jump the poison arrows shot from the blackman's string stretched hunting bow..."