And as the fireflies
have one last dance
around the night time of summer
the air warm
a breeze soft on my cheeks
the smell of dry forest
the sound of animals
desperate for something to drink
the crackle of the bones
of the leaves under my feet
rustling sounds of a porcupine
and I?
well ...
I lay down on the hard ground
I open my eyes wide
and I wink, at the great moon
because tonight I share
one last night
with the fireflies.