A Firefly, one of the minutest insects
If not for its light, Never! would you even notice its existence
Similar to wasps, sans the light.
Mesmerizing to look at, especially after a bout of rainshower
Twinkling, lighting the dusk, the surroundings
Miniature lamps in the dark.
A puzzle actually, on where it gets its power to produce light
What’s the alluring light life span?
And not able to contain the enigma of the firefly
In an unprecedented fashion,
Trapped a lone Firefly to satisfy the curiosity.
But alas! Instead of discovering the undiscovered
The Firefly’s light started to flicker, diminishing the intensity
In a dying way, and with it its life was unceremoniously extinguished
Too much inquisitiveness not only kills the cat but also the poor Firefly.
Google was not consulted, various reading materials were of no help
and no efforts to asked around.
The only thing left is the lonely jar
where the Firefly perished, empty, dark and forlorn.
No amount of “I should have nots…” will bring back the life
of the poor Light Giver
No amount of guilt will justify the wrong deed
For the killer, the consequence of the act will be ignored
His world will continue to spin and he’s still in it.
But for the Firefly’s comrades, a grave loss
A mournful time, a pity
It should not have happened at all.
Good poem. I killed one too many myself.
Yes Cindi I did too, not just
one. Thanks again