black and indistinct.
You stare at the sun, the one
you could never compare to.
Such a small thing,
and a tiny light.
Dusk's your time to wake.
When bioluminescence spreads its wings
you take off to the big sky.
Over dark open roads
your flashing on off time
tells the night to take flight.
It's time for summer warmth to come,
wrap itself in your beating wings,
across the hay field
and the backs of the sleeping cows.
You know the twilight all too well.
In the long grass you search for the magic in night.
Staring up at the stars in the later evening,
you wonder how far their own light must fall.
