Flying here and there, a touch flaring occasionally
All around me
The warmer weather drawing them out.
A glow and then gone
A flare that they've been spotted.
One lands on our toes
Of brothers and sisters.
In the dusky night, black
I here a whisper in my ear
Of an army still massing
With their little ends flashing
Just to the south.
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