Pajama-clad kids uninhibited
perform a moon dance
choreographed by fire flies.
The cool grass carpet cushions shoeless feet
during their nocturnal hunt.
Tiny illuminations draw wide-eyed faces
into the twilight with arms outstretched.
There! No, there!
Still in pursuit, small hands pull at the air
to coax the drifters downward.
As bedtime approaches,
clean mayonnaise jars with hole punched lids sit empty.
Among the dark trees, a cupped hand
gently stops a lighted flight
and is tickled by its catch.
A flash, maybe two,
before it launches into the night sky.