Yes, said my son,
they smell sort of like fireflies.
Who could imagine that?
The window sill of his room
was a gridlock of marching lady bugs,
and more on the floor.
I saved two from drowning in a glass of water –
well, one was dead.
The stillness of her legs,
of the orange-shellac shell with yellow spots –
A style still all the rage.
Very hip, very mod.
But in a week or so
the bodies were piled like a Volkswagen
I had no idea they have a scent.
Of course, everyone knows the
scent of fireflies.
Kim lives in Maine, which is lovely, and where she continues her enthusiastic relationship with Art, Music, Nature, Books, Animals, Humor and Trees.