After the day moths fly inside
not hidden in the window’s glide
drawn by the light in hopes to stay
as if pulled by an ebbing tide
lost in movement of mortal way
Moths fly inside after the day
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dVerse prompt to write a sparrowlet
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And when they do, the cats leap high. . .😊
When things warmed up (we had sleet yesterday), we found some ladybugs inside.
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I hit post before I said this is lovely. I love the pull of tides.
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But if they come too close to that warm, warm light….this lovely verse has an almost Japanese style poetry feel to it..
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The image of those moths drawn by light can be what it is, or it can be a way to describe the way we always seek for closeness and warmth
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well done, Jane 🙂
-David
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