"Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift." - Albert Einstein
Sunday, 12 July 2015
Don't Swath The Moth
This is my second time posting a poem I wrote long ago about a moth. Stumbling upon this dead little creature recently inspired me to revive the prose, even though the tiny insect no longer dreams or roams.
NOT SO ALONE - by Maria Pavlik
There’s a moth asleep on the floor
Should I kill it … squash its powdery wings
For it has no soul and it chews on clothes
I will rid myself of the snoozing thing.
Yet this moth asleep on the floor
Could have a soul as big as my own
For it is alive and we breathe the same air
I will watch it dream; I will let it roam.