Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Released in Time

In early morn I walked along

The beach, and I find in the sand

A closed glass jar and something wrong

Inside, I never understand.

Most likely in the night before

Someone thoughtless, as humans are,

Collected prey and chose to store

Them imprisoned in this glass jar.

The prey did move, so seemed alive,

As I pick up the jar to look.

I marveled that they did survive,

And quickly off the lid I took.

The imprisoned fireflies flew free,

Sending their lit thank you's to me.