Firefly in The sky

Firefly in the nighttime sky,

Where did you come from?

Where are you going to?

I can only imagine the thoughts

That are passing through your mind

As I stand here watching you a-flying.

When I walk down my midnight trail,

I see your twinkle clear as a daytime bell.

As I walk along in my darkened way,

I’ve been told you’ll guide me to

My earthly grave.

Does your sparkle count the days

Remaining until the earth fades?

Are you tallying the sunrises of my future life,

From this very moment until my final hour of strife?

I see your sudden sparkle with each concluding sound

Of the Whip-poor-Will.

I’ve long heard it was Satan snapping his flail on some unfortunate soul

And having his thrill.

I ease along in the night gloom beside this old plantation ruin,

Your sudden outward movement warns of a potential undoing.

I saunter down the hill toward the creek,

Fish and fur I do seek.

I will collect enough to make it through the coming week.

Without you flying nearby I simply wouldn’t succeed

I believe.

I’m utterly fascinated by your style,

As I walk this wood trail by the mile,

I’ve been that way since I was a small child,

When I dig for hand sized shark teeth

in this creekbank seashell pile.

H.L. Dowless is a thirty five year writer who loves travel, exploring, and living life on the edge.