Oh, look out yonder window there,
Glowing fireflies are everywhere.
Dark night is quiet and still,
The golden moon listens, to a faint breeze that tickles leaves,
and lofty grass blades bend up a hill.
A wee girl screams with a shattering fright,
Playing amongst the fireflies gleaming bright.
A firefly snags a strand of hair,
Tiny hands franticly swishing the tepid air.
The youngster’s game abruptly ends,
Oh, look out yonder window there,
Glowing fireflies are everywhere.
Poem by ~ Nifty Buckles
Val is a writer of enchanted tales, folklore and magic. Once chased by Vampire Pumpkins! 