Little spots of vibrant warmth
Glow bright in lively golden swarms
Through air full with giddy children
Small hands clutch, softly gilded
Fluttering wings weave to and fro
Yielding to hands both high and low
A swift release is offered most
Whilst some suffer talk and boast
Bodies move swiftly in the night
Causing fights in desperate flight
Avoiding quick fingered cages
Amongst a laughter so contagious
These tiny souls in the dark
Yearn deeply for the bedtime hark
