tangled wings

Today I saved a dragonfly. I was raking algae from the surface of our pond when I noticed him, stuck, wings fluttering. I picked him up, and he quickly crawled up my finger. His two left wings had gotten tangled. I gently stroked him to find the snag and tease his wings apart. My hand brushed against his body, surprisingly soft.Once his wings were free, he didn’t fly away. I tried to lead him onto a leaf, but he preferred instead to walk up my hand and onto my shirt, finally settling on my right hip, watching me work. I finished with the pond, careful not to disturb him. He moved to my back when I bent over to weed, and by the time I was done he was gone.