Moths were massing
By Max Campbell
Moths were massing weirdly
One evening after rain
Fluttering up our window glass
Then sliding down again.
A surrogate sun in its shadowy sky
Reflected redly in each little eye
Until bidding all a fond goodnight
Godlike - I switched off the light.
The priestly attendant:
The moth is at the window:
Moth at the window (2):
Moth on Sorghum:
