My bathroom window – early dawn
Misty view with
curtains drawn
Was that a flutter
on the pane?
A moth - in
dire straits - again!
Seduced by morning
light outside
It strikes the
glass then starts to slide
Alighting on cold window sill;
Confused -
quite stunned - the moth lies still.
I wonder what
thoughts flood its brain
Will it ascend
new heights again?
Perhaps it sneaked
its way inside
When terrace
doors were open wide …
No matter, I
must solve its plight
One good deed
will make things right;
Unlatched,
fresh air now billows forth
Darth Vader, wide
awake, darts north!
Vertical take-off,
swoop again;
This needs
patience, I refrain
From helping - tough
is Nature’s lore …
Success at last
– those dusk wings soar!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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