Once upon a time, I would
See the lights of houses
As I passed and long to be
In the warmth on the
Other side of the glass.

Any house would be
A better home than the one
In which my hat lay,
Any life preferable to
The one I endured.

But now, the brightest light
Is in my own home, and
So I fly to its warmth,
No longer distracted by false
Moons, cosy at last.

01/11/2025

Author's Note: Escapril 2024 prompt (very belatedly): "Moth"

Posted on 08/23/2025
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