Sunday, June 26, 2016

a brown moth

A brown moth flew
In the house yesterday
It stayed around
Flying into the rooms

It couldn't be found
It hid so well
I switched on the lights
The elusive moth couldn't be seen

When morning light painted the rooms
Searching for the moth couldn't be found
The curtains drawn back swept the floor
The brown moth couldn't be seen

It has to fly away
Else death will catch the moth
There is nothing for it to feed
Only death watching to collect its victim

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