Moth

(Picture Credit - Alamy Stock Photos)

A massive moth outside in the night

Flings itself at

My bathroom window.

Another Icarus

Sorely tempted by the electric light within

My house.

A swooping vulture

It tries again and again,

Fracturing its fragile wings:

Battering itself to exhaustion.

Perhaps it curses some Moth God

And feels a failure in life,

Totally frustrated

At not being able to reach its imperative goal.

Not knowing

That had it succeeded

It would now be

Incinerated.

Paul Butters

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