Like this, you see, I creep up to it.

As I am about to put it gently in my net--not to harm it, or break it, or brush away the color of its wings--lo! like a puff of down, it rises and goes above my head.

I reach for it; I miss.

It rises still more; it flies; it disappears! So! I see it no more.

It iss gone.
_Stella Terrae_ I name it--my Star of the Earth, that which I crave but do not always haf, eh?
Believe me, my friend, yess, the study of the species hass interest.