I caught the firefly one moonless night,
as we ran barefoot through the fresh-mowed grass,
when all the stars above seemed extra bright.
My mother trapped it for me in a glass;
the lid so tight it couldn't breathe, I feared.
(She said that flies don't need to draw much air.)
While I dawdled through my night's routine, she steered
me toward the bed, the jar upon a chair.
That whole dark night, I lay in breathless wait
to catch my lightning bug mid-spark. I fell
asleep before I saw the light. But fate
did intervene and when the morning bell
did ring, I saw what I'd been waiting for -
that tiny flash that set my heart to soar.
About the Creator
Dane BH
By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
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