Courtship Flights
The sky fades, a pale blue,
night is nigh, wet with dew.
Cooler air, fresh and clear,
blows fair, as dusk draws near.
Fireflies blink flashing lights
that sync in courtship flights.
And Sol sinks out of sight;
a ball of crimson light.
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