Firefly Tango

Firefly tango, lighting up the meadow Whizzes, whirls, flits, and furls, The little varmints buzz around, Unaware we are watching their every move. We older folks are no longer chasing them or popping them in Mason Jars To be our own little flashlights until their lights Stop glowing, and they lie in the grass we put In the bottom of the jar, dead from heartache. We used to punch the holes in the tops, but still, Their will to live was taken from them, so they Chose to die, as captivity does that to lots Of creatures, including fluorescent fireflies. The children run into the house and I warn The flitters, but they are too busy doing the Firefly tango to listen to an old woman like Me, so I sit now, watching the children Cavorting in the meadow, attempting to Catch their flashlights for the night.