The Moth in the Window

She has lived for a while it seems. She is determined to fly away from the window seal . There are dust marks on the window from her nervousness. She flutters and dives even a little bounce off the screen pushes her away for a moment but not enough for her to fly away. I want her to leave and have her freedom. My dish towel is a little damp so sweeping gentle across the window pushing the little moth to the open air. This is my invitation for her to fly out . She does not want my handout but hides in the pane.

Sitting down drinking my second cup of coffee. Hoping this little creature will relax and regain her strength to try once more. My thoughts are on other part of the day. Making a mental list of what sublime things need to be done. The ordinary tasks that need taking care. The endless laundry and the floors that need to be mopped; the glass that needs cleaning . The dust that falls on the crystal and the brass, and the trash that needs to be thrown. Oh yes, the next meal that needs to be prepared. The hours go by it is near the end of the day. Oh! My little moth she is still here in my window seal. She is tired and weak. Being in the southern sun all day. I want to pick her up by her wings. But I am afraid! Her wings look delicate as I Stand watching her for a long moment. She is hopping and her flutter is slower. If I am going to do something for her. I must do it now.