The sliding door is open, letting in the cool breeze. I pull a cotton hoodie over my head and yawn into the silence…a time to write perhaps. The world is in an uproar about the virus, about racial oppression, violence, hate, fear, poverty, injustice … … and I am tired this morning, bruised from a fall in the garden and dulled by a list of things to do jamming inside my head.
silk moth
on the window screen
are you injured or
simply still
until you fly?
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©️2020 Ontheland
P.S. I believe my visitor was a Cecropia moth, a type of giant silk moth.
❤
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What a wonderful gift! (K)
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Yes it was 🙂
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Your words are beautiful. The whole experience is like a vision.
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Thank you 🙂 The moth stayed for quite a while. I have never seen anything like it before.
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