Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Mini-Post: I Feel Sorry For Him

Blink...        Blink...     Blink...

He is all alone. Out there among the trees. Flashing his tail in the darkness, hoping to see a flash in return.

He is different, he hatched before the masses, he is there looking for love, but he is different. He hatched early before the rest of the fireflies. He out there hoping for a reply,

Blink...        Blink...     Blink...                    Flash...

Blink...        Blink... 

Blink...        Blink...    Blink...        Blink...       Flash...

 Flash...    Flash...

Sometimes there is someone out there listening. They will start a brood of fireflies that will buck the others. They are the ones who get the sweetest grass to eat before the heat of the summer dries out the grass.

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