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The Fate of Winter Moths
“the fate of winter moths” sitting on the stoop, concrete sodden with the chill of late winter. the air acquires a coolness like your first breath after confessional. the Christmas lights illuminate the porch in a motley of whites and oranges. the tangerine glow casting warmth while the sun is taking his smoke break. Two sounds permeate the crisp air rising up to my ears like a swan through inky lake water: the languid boughs sighing in the wind, scraping their emaciated limbs together in contemplation and the fatal buzz of my neighbor’s bug zapper. It stands watch like a plum King’s Guard, never resting in his duty; an amethyst firebrand. The absence of the mosquito’s persistent drone is chilling, and its deafening vacancy amplifies the cruel cut of the bug zapper. In this quiet cacophony I think that letting moths fall prey to an undeserved, mauve, electric death is the cruelest thing I’ve ever known. I creep back up the steps and cast a wary look into my neighbor’s grimey window and am shocked to see them sleeping peacefully.
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