
late yesterday afternoon
with one last look around the cottage before I locked up and headed home
something caught my eye
~
my breathing stopped for a moment
along with my feet
while
my eyes
soaked in the beauty of the moth resting before me
~
gently
as if I were approaching a sleeping newborn
I crouched down next to it only to realize
it was hurt
~
one antenna had been ruffled
and
the edges of his wings were wilted

I slowly picked him up
while he let out
a whisper of a sigh
that sounded like
"thank you"

I walked back inside the cottage
and
gently guided him into a small container
and
then we headed for home

unable to fly
but with legs that could still crawl
I sat with him in my neighbor's back yard
and
watched him drink in sweet nectar
and
carefully
as his sticky legs gave in to a slower mode
I gently moved him from flower to flower
because
this was a buffet I didn't want him to miss

too quickly
the sun the was setting
and
the temperature was sending a chill across the nape of my neck
~~
I easily picked him up
and
brought him inside with me
and
let him have his way with a bouquet of flowers in my kitchen
that unfortunately seemed terribly boring to him
after being outside

later
after
"so you think you can dance"
I walked into the kitchen to check on him
and
he had traveled up the blinds and was sitting at the top of the window looking down on me
so I let him be
~~
right before bed
I peeked at him one more time
and
he was up on the kitchen ceiling molding
and
I told him goodnight
as I turned off the lights
~~
first thing
this morning
he was still on my mind
and
I panicked a little
as
I couldn't find him anywhere
~~
and
then when the sun came dancing in the windows
there he was on the back side of the blinds
basking in the sunshine
with only his shadow saying
"hello"
and
that's where he's been all day
~~
in a little bit
we're going back outside
and
getting in the buffet line
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