Moth



Why did I find you sinister,
your shape delicate and small
terrified childhood dreams
of a fate that could befall?

Fluttering seemingly uncontrolled,
kamikaze flyer seeking light,
sun, candle, torch all attractive

to your tiny form. It seemed I could not trust you
as you flew this way and that,
my face as good a target
as the light streaming from the window.

Now I see you you for what you are,
vulnerable transient creature,
may your short life be happy
and your target harmless.


-© J.M. Lewis June 2011-




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