Sad Ending For the Lighting Bug

I marvel at the little lighting bug Who seemingly lights its own way For its doing for communicating Is target for little hands made Placed gently inside an old mason jar Grandmother has long discarded Little lighting bug blinks its yellow light And how we begin to marvel And run to the more to fill our flashlights Until call to come inside made For it is way past dark, supper to eat Setting lights atop the porch step Little feet run to wash and jars left lone The cool of night falls to cover Its temps forbade the life giving power Now dead the little marvels made