Nymphs of the Night

Sitting quietly on my front porch swing,
Invigorated by the cool Fall air.
The Magothy certainly is a frenzy tonight,
A symphony of crickets everywhere.

An owl in the distance gives a hoot,
As a dog barks at a walker by.
Croaks of frogs add harmonic suit,
To this nighttime hypnotic lullaby.

A gentle breeze tinkles some chimes,
A distant siren breaks the spell.
A churning rumble of a boat going by,
Compliments the feverish quell.

Swaying in time with the cadenced discourse
of this nocturnal symphonic soliloquy.
Floating in air, rhythmically back and forth,
Watching heaven's celestial sea.

A nighttime canopy of endless stars,
An atrium of twinkling specks.
I often wonder where we are,
In God's solar planetarium GPS?

A bat flies by doing loops in the sky,
All at once I'm lucidly aware,
Of the cluster of mosquitoes, nats and fireflies,
The winged buffet that permeates the air.

I suppose to a bat it's a livelihood,
A way to avoid being hungry and bored.
An acrobatic aeronautical sport,
The prey an pneumatic smorgasbord.

A firefly catches my eye,
It flutters suspiciously near.
It lands on the rail for no reason why,
I stop swinging, bend over to peer.

What in the world, it looks like girl,
With wings and long pointed ears.
She's wearing a vest and ankle boots,
Some kind of bodysuit and short cut hair.

Her eyes seem catlike, as she looks all around,
She sits with a seductive stare.
She's quite peculiar, I move closer to look,
Then it hits me, I'm the only one there.

What could this be, it's a little scary,
Are my eyes playing tricks with my head?
Is this nymph of the night some Tinkerbell fairy?
Maybe I should just go to bed.

The bat then swoops by, again stirs the sky,
The group takes on a life of it's own,
The mosquitoes and nats start to pitch and swirl,
Like some circus or carnival sideshow.

But the fireflies don't seem to mind,
They seem to go along with the flow.
Their off and on blinking seems orchestrated,
Like some elaborate Christmas light show.

Before I am able to run for a jar,
My little pixie takes to the air,
She rejoins her nocturnal flock from afar.
I sit back and watch, now aware,

I never noticed before the patterns they impart.
With their blinking electrical lights.
At first there's an arrow and then a heart,
I think I'm now smitten with my Nymphs of the Night.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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