Myriad Miniature Pulsars!
On the walk home from chess club is a stretch of road next to which is a marsh. Red-winged blackbirds like marshes, and I often see them when I walk to the club. Occasionally, I see a deer near there, too; tonight, on my way home from chess club, I did, in fact, see a deer. But that wasn’t what caught my eye tonight. Instead, what I noticed were this summer’s lightning bugs. Fireflies were out tonight in great number, flashing rhythmically, outdoing the early fireworks people were setting off for Independence Day. Flashing on and off, they reminded me of myriad miniature pulsars—a phrase I’m sure I’ll use in a poem sometime.