Can You Catch a Star?

Finn trotted into the meadow, nose high, eyes wide.

He saw a soft twinkle near the grass and leapt, pounce! but it wasn’t a star.

It was a firefly, glowing golden, flickering like a heartbeat. “Are you a star?” Finn asked.

The firefly blinked kindly. “No, little fox. I’m just a speck of light.”

“Still,” said Finn, “you’re lovely.”

A Light That Can’t Be Caught

Then Finn saw the biggest glow of all. It shimmered across the whole pond, silver and still.

“A star!” he gasped.

He ran and leapt, splash!, but it disappeared beneath the ripples. The moon looked down, her light spilling across the world.

Finn sat dripping, blinking up.

“I can’t collect you, can I?” he whispered. “No,” said the moon in her quiet way, “but I’ll always be here. Even when you can’t see me.”

The Night Is Full of Light

Finn padded home, tail dripping but heart full. He hadn’t caught a single star. But he had found light:

In a firefly’s glow. In a moonlit drop of dew. In the shimmer of water and the kindness of the sky.

A Sleepy Thought to Shine Inside

Sometimes, the best light doesn’t sit in your paw, it settles in your heart. Even the darkest night can be full of gentle glows… If you take the time to look.

Sleep well, little dreamer.

The End !