Night Wings

Night Wings

By J.Lynne Moore

When night dawns it’s lacy veil,
And the saffron sun lays to rest;
Winged creatures creep and crawl,
From their amply hidden nest.

To the warmth of ersatz light,
They flit and fly and flock,
And to the humans in their midst,
They gleefully like to mock.

The kitten pounces at each flutter.
To the human’s satisfaction…
Yet the mothy creatures prevail,
With their dexterous reaction.

Finally, illumination is extinguished,
And darkness has it’s day.
The insect creatures of the night,
Quietly flit and fly away.


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