from yard to yard, a flickering light
Within reach, a tiny star
A myriad of glows in the dark
you try to catch it, but by then it's gone
Just like that, it's on the lawn
Finally, you catch one nearby
In your hand, about to fly
Looking closely, you realize
a little bug before your eyes
I think your poem was descriptive and I could picture a firefly in front of me!
ReplyDeleteNice! I like how you said that a firefly was like a start.
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ReplyDeleteAmazing! I am able to see the firefly. Keep up the amazing work!!!!!
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