Fireflight

Fireflight

I watch the rebel firefly dance,

defiant and glowing

against moon’s silvery night.

I’m a silent witness to its angry plight.

My eyes widen as a fist of luminous haze

punches holes in the deep canvas of night.

The tapping sound is urgent,

hammers like tiny fists

pounding out a rhythmic Morse code.

Then, the whispered breath-like wings

of the fiery wisp take flight.

Yes, now the petulant ballerina

pirouettes

on the endless brink of starlight.

Cicadas chirp a raspy serenade.

I see the owl swoop, a swift-winged hunter

extinguishes darting flame.