last night i saw some moths
flickering in the night
other people didn't give a toss
about snowflakes in the light
hundred and fifty thousand of them
not wishing to sound precise
one of them sparked hit Gwen
like electronically controlled device
swooping, sizzling as they glide
infestation somewhat a size
no place for them to hide
most of them now kentucky fries
over carpark i counted them all
people looked so amused
then i received a cold call
'counting moths! ' they said
confused
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