Tangled Moth

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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