Midday Magic

First,

there was just one

hovering around the car.

It's body rusty brown

and wings as thin

as cobwebs.

Then,

there were two

and a third one

joined in.

The numbers kept

increasing until

finally there were more

than a dozen

all paused in flight.

All with their heads 

pointed my direction

to stare with huge eyes.

So fascinated,

all I could do

was stop

and watch

in awe at the green,

and red, and blue

bodies held aloft,

held in place

by fairy wings

as if their

whole purpose in life

was to amaze me

with their magic.

     Can you tell from the description what insect I'm writing about?  This is a good poem to use for playing with line breaks.  Are there better places to break the lines?  Does this poem work as well with out line breaks, as a prose poem?  Your challenge for today is to take a poem and try re-arranging the lines.  Try reading your poem from the bottom up.  Does it still make sense?  Do you like the poem better this way?  Does it give you new ideas?  Is there a better place to stop the poem? 
Do have fun playing with your poetry.