Music had no effect
as I watched the moth twist,
struggle to free itself
from the tangled sheer curtains
as they wafted in the glow
of afternoon light.
Music had no effect
as the dance continued. The moth
twisted left then right
only to be thwarted again.
Another attempt.
Another failure.
Music had no effect
as the moth finally freed itself
and alighted to the ceiling
then bumped against the window
casing in its valiant
escape attempt.
And when it dipped low
through the half-open window,
the moth was the music
as it danced and whirred
victorious into the sun.
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