A black moth swam in the warmness
The glow of a bright orange streetlight
It doesn't get too close, it is far too smart
Yet not smart enough to flutter away
The bright bulb flickers
Plunging the small one into darkness
Only to flash once again with an unexpected intensity
The floating moth dances with the light
Moving closely when the cold comes back
Moving away as the burning hurts
The glow soon softens, pulling back into the bulb
It's absence leaves a chill
The moth gets closer, flapping erratically
The light almost disperses
The moth is now resting on the bulb
Collecting the warmth before cold darkness absorbs it
The moth rests naively
Before the light flashes back on
About the Creator
Kendall Earl
I am a student at University that is majoring in English. I hope to be a novel writer and am trying to work on my writing skills. I hope you enjoy my work.
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