Moths! Moths!
Those hairy Saturniid beasts!
How many of you does it take to change a light bulb?
The yellow bug light flickers and my dusty soul takes flight.
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Bravo, Carl. Funny and wise and clearly close to a true perception of our relationships with the natural domain, as well as a very amusing gloss on all the Sufi poetry of annihilation when the wasp enters the flame.
Thank you for taking time to comment. I only dabble at poems. They are a spontaneous way for me to capture the small moments.
I am a gardener, which may explain my respect for our insect friends. When I sit outside at night, they come out and gather around my light. It can be so quiet that I sometimes can hear their wings. Moths intrigue me. I don't quite understand the malevolent image they have. They are the dreamers who follow the light, even to their own demise.
Great image of summer.
Moths circling that bulb in winged frenzy at night
Dead on the porch floor by morning.
They are named for the daughter of Saturn.
The Saturniidae, collectively known as saturniids, are among the largest and most spectacular moths. They include the Emperor Moth, Giant Silkmoth and Royal Moth. Some of the tropical species can have a wingspan of 12 inches. People also raise these critters as pets, much like we do with tropical fish.
I like to dig into the night. The day is so obvious.