Bugs come and go
From and to darkness
Visible to me their erratic fly
Just for an instant
By the side of the bonfire
Is confortable and warm
And I'm trying to guess why:
Mating? feeding? playing?
Exploring a new star?
You know: "bugs love lights"
Even Goethe at his deathbed
Asked for more of them
What a pitty
Sunlight is so disperse
After down I shall see
Of what skylarks feed
VABM 17/11/2012
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