There is a Firefly in a bottle

Rattling

It wears a strange mask

Of wonder

As it zooms

back and forth

The heat of the cottage

Midsummer

Is unbearable

The tree-line barely visible

against the dark sky

The firefly lands

In the bottle bottom

Looking out into a strange world

Unfamiliar

It grows lethargic, lost

A prisoner of a child

Who will reject it’s porridge

On morning light

Unwilling to let it go