Truemors
The lightning-bug is brilliant, but hasn't any mind;
He stumbles through existence with his head-light on behind.
Eugene F. Ware, lawyer, politian & poet (1841-1911).
It was nearing dark and I was heading in from working in the garden. There were lightning bugs all around. This one was flashing away in the grass. I think the pattern on it's head shield is beautiful.
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