A Bug's Night Out

• Jane Andrews, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

As the moon rises up, after the sun settles down,
From below, all the little creatures come forth to play in a place called "Bugslington Town".
The crickets, beatles, butterflies, moths, cicadas, and the tiny ants too,
Come together for a party every single night, while we are deep in our sleep and have absaloutly no clue.
As the little lights glisten, (When they're actually fireflies,)
The dancing, music, games and food, is all simply devine.
The party goes on for hours, but only seems like minutes to them,
The sun awakens once more, the festivities come to an end.
So every bug transforms into its old bug self,
while we come back into our lives,
And that is what every single bug does...
Every magical night.