Lightning Bug.
The name itself is just exciting.
Nature. Power. Unpredictability. Flames in sky.
You see them and think beauty.
Unknown beings.
You see their flash and think peace,
Tranquility.
You see a
Cat leaping in the air, trying frantically to catch
Just one.
At moments, all four paws are outstretched in different directions.
A funny sight when the lights go
Out.
Dedicated individuals,
Smart spirits.
Floating, they send messages.
That is what their lights are.
I don’t think they get enough
Recognition.
‘Glow Worm’
Sometimes we even fail at giving proper names- worms don’t fly.
Children crush their corpses,
Smear ‘war paint’ on their grinning faces.
What has this world come to?
Our unnecessary necessities mix their messages.
Headlights and streetlamps pollute night air
A poor bug can’t find his love amongst
The ‘brilliant’ chaos.
Nature trumps manmade.
So why are we inadvertently killing
These innocent messengers?
They are beautiful, they are powerful.
Yet we snuff their
Flame.
It shall be a sad day when the fires cease to fly.
Tschüss!
Marta Frieda Hart
