Daughters, nocturnal by nature, rise
when the sun declines
to shower and powder for evening shifts.
Likewise, the Railroad Worm--
not a worm but a juvenile or adult female
switches on a fiery red to attack or mate.
The female then lays a cluster of eggs underground,
curls around them for a year. The male,
while not luminous
does possess wings for convenient conveyance—
not something I'd want to spot
at the blues joint where my youngest bartends.