Intrepid Mischief

There was always a potent smell of grass
As we walked the field at night
Dew dampening jeans till soaked through were
Better than the permanence of irritation
The grass would deliver otherwise

Illuminated by the flicker of fireflies
On the nearing horizon above the pond
Where the hill began to take a steep slope
A perfect backdrop to the display of luminescence

And attraction we gathered together in canning jars
Our base darkened at the trunk of the tree sitting
Our entomological excursion bringing partnership and light
To this table of intrepid mischief
With the sunrise as our goal
There was much night yet before
We approached the steep slope
Only to realize the cradle that lay at its peak
Orion kept watch on us that evening
And gently woke us at dawn.