A brown moth laid his whiskered head
On yellow porch boards
As though they were a featherbed
Oblivious to the house sparrow's frenzied wings
As she ran her daily chores
To the chorus of morning road traffic
And music I play indoors
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments5
An observation turned metaphor that applies to all of us in our busy day amidst the busy workings of the world. Nicely said and written
Where are you? you could be next door... the picture you paint feels familiar somehow...
A good 'un Lorna.
Hiding from Trump in my peaceful home..........whatjafigure....... about 10,000 miles away?
Same here.... hiding.....
Charming, downright charming. Oh, but it's so beautiful one could almost hug themselves in concluding. Gorgeously rendered with excellent imagery and a tender poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing.
The little moth hugs you............
A lovely write that applies to most in our hectic lives in the modern world, enjoyed the read
I feared for the moth when that sparrow appeared
I like the way you write lorna
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