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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