I was a moth once,
not in some previous life.
I was a moth in this, my only life.
I was fooled by shining lights.
I flirted with flame,
easy prey for nighthawks.
The dawn found me
spent in a doorway,
wondering how I got here,
too tired to escape my own chagrin.
I don't generally write haiku, but Polly Syllabic and OceanDiver have requested "moth haiku", so here it is.
Moths are easily
fooled by the lights we leave on
Tree frog waits nearby.
Cecropias will
dazzle and distract me while
allies munch my sweater.