Crickle-crackle burn-burn-burn,
the day is long and nightfall comes
a Mother and Child are resting.
In the waning light of day something calls,
tickling ears so young and new they have yet learned
the sound of fire eating.
With unsteady limbs and bleary eyes,
he wobbles away from Mother's warm side
to gaze at embers dancing.
Gleaming-glowing embers dance in the fading light,
one lands softly on his nose and turns to ash
darkness completely falling.
Ember's bite burns flesh brightly,
singed forever and scarred is he
back to Mother for soothing.
Colors dance along flank and scale heedless of damage done,
Pure dark skirts the edge of fire's dance-floor,
firelight beautifully singing.