Angela Wybrow (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)
It’s late in the summer, and that time of year,
When you and your friends suddenly appear.
Daylight fades and the world, it grows dim;
Lights are switched on and you head on in.
From the darkened garden, you eagerly swarm
To worship your sun blazing bright and warm.
Your long, dangling limbs are extremely lithe;
Your spirit is keen and is extremely blithe.
You dance so daintily round the light:
Round your sun which blazes so bright.
You dart, you dive, you twist, you turn,
But venture too near and you will burn.
The warming light, you just can’t resist:
By its hot rays, you have been kissed.
Of your dainty dance, you never tire;
To worship your sun is your one desire.
I climb into bed, having switched off the light,
And, suddenly, you are erased from my sight.
The following morning, my eyes scan the place,
But, of you, I am unable to find any trace.
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