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Chewy-Polar — Black Moth
Published: 2010-10-23 09:45:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 300; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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There's a black moth on my window,I live at the very top of a tall building,
This little black moth has a blue and white stripe across its wings,
It's the middle of winter,
The moth walks across the glass,
Un-splintered by the cold,
There's a little black moth at my window,
I don't think I've ever seen one before,
The closer I look, the stiller it gets,
Snow falls over the dusk colored skies,
It seems as though my winged omen wants to come in,
I drag my fingertips across the window, edging towards the latch,
There's a black moth on my window,
I don't believe I've seen so much as a bird up here,
There isn't even a screen behind the glass,
In comes the little black moth,
Willing to greet my open palm,
That blue-white stripe catches my eye once more,
The cold begins to bite at my skin,
As this creature takes in my heat,
I close the window and admire still my new visitor,
It doesn't fly; it only moves its frozen feet,
Its wings aren't damaged at all,
Youth resonates from the tiny form,
I have a black moth on my palm,
Even as I make a path to the living room,
Clearly this is strange,
But I'm mesmerized and taken in,
By this somber, quiet fact,
I have my first guest in years,
There was a black moth on my window,
Dotted with colors surprisingly bold,
Even after it died, in the corner of my vision, I still catch its sight,
I feel the presents of a tiny soul,
Get awoken by a flutter on my cheek,
At night I still see a little black moth in my dreams.
