My little fireflies send me secret messages Those flying ferries with magic wands Three short blinks and three long Each species a little different from the rest Like the songs of chirping warblers In the breeding canopies high in fir trees I watch and wait with flashlights and nets For you to appear after the sun sets After its brilliant colors fade away And before the first stars appear I watch you dance and flash and play Moments of seduction swing and sway Or perhaps just luring in your prey I know not exactly why you so delight That growing twilight with your lights
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I love those brief early summer nights when fireflies so delight my childlike curiosity.
8 Dreams Hundreds of species live in the US. Many rarer species live near old wetlands and bogs. Usually tell them apart by location and the pattern used to light up. It's funny, up in the northern states we called them Fireflies, but in the southern states they are called Lighting Bugs; however they are neither bugs nor flies......haha......they are beetles!!
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