The Firefly

A glow in the prussian blue sky
Specks of light, fireflies in the night
Just like the stars, a lovely sight,
Not hunter, not prey, a free fly
To find a mate, the only high
In the right rhythm, flashing a glow
The first stage of courtship in flow,
Communiqué exchanged in shine
Without food they survive just fine
Beautiful life, though very slow