Firefly Reflections

 

A faulty screen allowed the firefly

to make his way, one night, into my room.

After a bit of daze, and questions why,

about the chamber he began to zoom

 

Soon enough he found the glass mirror’s shine

and gamely studied his reflection there.

Did he see someone equally as fine?

Or only a rival’s repugnant stare?

 

We know ourselves when our image we see

and grasp, a bit, how the science works.

But do we like our twin, this devotee?

Or see only our blemishes and marks?