Moth

Just an odd musing for me.

The Rolling Stones play to
the moth glued to the monitor
I fingerpick my guitar and
bond with the moth

The moth notes Mick's prowess
I strum the guitar like Keef
I'm having a conversation with a moth
She is no doubt, whip-smart and speedy
Not a particularly engaging conversationalist
I simply note she concentrates well

The moth opened her wings
Oddly jumped away from the light
And was captured by our cat
I miss that moth
She spoke like a whisper.