This morning a moth caught itself in my bathroom,
it flapped its wings ferociously in search of sunlight.
I reached out and cupped it, gently in my hands.
My fingers, slightly apart to let the light in.
As I walked, from my bathroom to my opened living room window,
which is no doubt where it came from, I whispered gently.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…….” and when I got to the window
I held out my opened, outstretched hand and said, “Now fly you beautiful thing”
And, it did.