One Last Night With The Fireflies

And as the fireflies
have one last dance 
around the night time of summer 

the air warm
a breeze soft on my cheeks
the smell of dry forest 
the sound of animals
desperate for something to drink 
the crackle of the bones
of the leaves under my feet 
rustling sounds of a porcupine

and I?

well ...

I lay down on the hard ground 
I open my eyes wide 
and I wink, at the great moon 

because tonight I share
one last night 
with the fireflies.