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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem