Cabbage Moth
Sept 5 2023
If I were as plain
as a cabbage moth
would I wish to be a butterfly?
Not the modest creature
with plain white wings,
but a gaudy exhibitionist
showing off
in the full light of day?
Not so, I think.
My life, too, is mostly nocturnal,
ghosting through the world
happily unnoticed.
I'm entranced by its flight;
fluttering erratically
this way and that.
Like a flying ace
from World War II
evading enemy fire,
but here a moth
living its short eventful life
evading bats and birds.
Caught in my headlamp
the delicate wings
are white against the night,
strobing in the light
as it zigs and zags its way.
I stick to the path,
maintain a steady pace.
Alone
in the dark
with all my imagined fears.
The hunter, or hunted, I wonder;
which one am I?
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