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
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