Hello moth, what are you up to
Flying across the patio window pane with such design,
Such urgency?
Are you seeking the light too?
A religious light, now much dimmed
In this oh so secular world.
Or just seeking that ‘forbidden fruit’, nectar, as heavy with promise as a fermented pear.
I do not ask you so precisely.
It would be rude, and maybe unwise.
But I wish you well on your trip
Back into the night….
You brown, fluttering, mysterious dude,
He of the red, fluorescent, blood-shot eyes.