Outside The Pane Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

In the PHE Guesthouse at Mawphlong
I noted a brown-coloured moth-visitor,
On the outside of glass-pane at eye-level,
Attract my attention, and trying hard
To be part of our team from Maharashtra.

While I couldn’t help her come in,
I took a photo of hers for memory
On my cell to make her feel important.
In a world where the insects are prized
And spoken to, I would feel happy.

Prince Philip wanted us to talk to the trees:
it is presumptuous to treat the living, animals
Or children as if they won’t understand
And are idiots: living things aren’t:
Later, children deaf to you and the rest dead to you...