I lunge for the window
Suffocating under the panic of the cottage that flooded and the school that burned
Exhausted by lessons only half learned
Studying again.by the dim light of a firefly.
Insufficient to bring relief to the eye
Even now as you grow weary
And lethargy sets in
You understand a little more clearly
That though their light may be dim
It has an agenda – to attract mates or prey
Something you should try to remember –
And you knew not which because neither did they.
The courage for a decision appeared to be Dutch
Hidden in the bottle now in their clutch
A strange heat rises under the gaze of their eye
And you learn once again to fear the firefly.