At dusk
just before the
street lights buzz,
the fireflies dance
and the crickets chirp
in sync with their flicker.
The drooping trees
and climbing bushes
add to the ambiance:
creating what should be
a magical land
full of awe and wonder.
But the graveness of reality
overpowers any wish of fantasy
and extinguishes
the fireflies' magic
and silences the crickets' chirp
to a mere drone
of dead weight and
disillusion.
