Lightening Bugs Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

When I was a curious little girl
I chased bright blinking lights
Into the darkness of the night.

The lighting bugs were shifty.
They were not easy to catch.
Finally, they met their match.

I placed them into a Mason jar.
I punched nail holes into the cap.
With fascination, I would rap…

Constant tapping prompted flickers.
Their lights dimmed as I went to bed
At sunrise, they were certainly dead.

I grieved and wondered why…
What could have blown their fuse?
Regretful, I did not mean to abuse.

Now I know to let them stay in the wild.
Leave them alone to dazzle with a pride.
Don’t seal them up and take them inside.

7/5/07