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Another Moth
by Erin E Kelly-Moen

Thursday, October 30, 2003

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The moth was on the wall
near the stove I was wiping down,
the kitten by the door, mewing
to go out, it was late,
I was tired, the moth was large,
it had fluttered at me earlier.

Before I could think, I grabbed
the moth, and threw it to the floor
in front of the cat. Right away, I felt bad,
I turned back to the stove, slightly
repulsed with myself.

Harming creatures is not my way,
the feel of its quivering weight
within my fist, brought dismay,
the soft fat splat
bothered me most.

The kitten was playing deliriously,
I smiled at the sound, she’s the baby
of the five in our flamboyant pack,
loves the hunt and capture of beastly moths,
a gyrating jumper extraordinaire,
but inexperienced,
the moth escaped.

I walked to the sink, gently chiding her,
she was looking up with rounded eyes,
I didn’t see the moth
until I was close to the door,
quickly I lashed out my hand,
caught it again and
threw it to the floor,
in front of the cat.

I wasn’t so surprised this second time,
those few thinking seconds brought
a logic of life, the kitten was mine,
beloved and sweet,
the moth was not.

Erin Moen
Copyright 2003 ©

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Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero 10/31/2003
Interesting concept. Very well expressed.
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader) 10/31/2003
Very clever and crafty..BRILLIANT as usual, Erin!
Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster 10/31/2003
Excellent write.
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 10/30/2003
Perefect write....great subject!!!!
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) 10/30/2003
a well written poem. nice job
Reviewed by Paul Berube 10/30/2003
Erin, Invaders/intruders, it's just not the same.
Reviewed by J. Pajot 10/30/2003
Being a guy that catches spiders so I can let them out, I can relate to this poem. My Pom, Walter, has a thing for "Moth Wrestling", too. Nature isn't always pretty...
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader) 10/30/2003
Ooooo Erin I must agree with what Julie has said and then again so much more!!!! Your compassionate motherly ways are showing, and the play of life and death but a hand; a mothers hand, sweeping away!
Excellant work and imagery here Erin!
Reviewed by Julie Donner Andersen 10/30/2003
Ahh, Erin, you make everyday life at home sound so sweet...But I;m buying you a box of mothballs, girl! LOL!

Jules :)
Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw) 10/30/2003
Erin, I love the feel of this.... reminds me of the time I watched a momma hen feed her chicks... love it... but I will kill a mosquito.... no regrets.... smile...
In Spirit,
Reviewed by Patricia Gomes 10/30/2003
Excellent, Erin. Maternal instinct blankets all who share our homes.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 10/30/2003
Reviewed by Christine Morell 10/30/2003
Oh a very good piece! Excellent
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 10/30/2003
Ah Erin, you heap big hunter, teach baby lion how to fend for self...
I liked this one hon, and you are not the only one that feels badly when you maybe hurt some creature. Tibetan Buddhists believe that ANY animal,mammal, insect, any creature could have been your mother in a previous life thereby respecting each and every creature on earth. Unless you live in that society all your life, it is hard to do that, especially when you see a great big spider or mouse running around your house, LOL! Good write as always from a masterful writer, Peace, Ed & Rufuz (w00f)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 10/30/2003
To teach a hunting skill is admireable. Wonderful write.
Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang 10/30/2003
Interesting write.
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