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.

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