One Last Night With The Fireflies Poem by Shirley Harrison

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.