I lived in rural southern Nigeria for a generous amount of time. Each time nightfall throws her pitch-black blanket over the horizon, I can’t help but wonder. I would stretch my eyes as far as they can go to see where the darkness ends, this ends with disappointments because no one can see or measure the extent of night’s magical cloak. Now the hills, trees and the boulders won’t tell anyone their hideout, people sometimes walk straight into them. Ouch! Most times people navigate with the help of natural lights – insects.
Fireflies are exotic and magical creatures. This short poem aims to celebrate the wonders of mother nature. Good night.
A chilled night sky
Roaming glow insects
Gleaming nature lamps
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