The sap greens in the darkness, Masquerading as black, The sound of insects buzzing, Filling the air. You notice one far off from you, A sudden point of light flashing out at you. Within no time at all, You’re surrounded all around with these little…

The Firefly And The Moth 1/2 marathon poem #9 In the strange heat of an English summer Where the firefly hides within a bottle Safely glowing behind a glass bulb’s wall In these trying times he’s out of trouble In the strange heat of an…