flockofsynopsis's blog: "flockofsynopsis"

there’s a tiny little bug
trapped in between
my curtains and the cold
glass of my window.
i can tell he’s there
simply fluttering his wings
so rapidly-
i hear the buzz-
his constant shaking off
of the pressure that is
keeping him in.
i can tell he kind of likes it, though
because his shadow created
by the midnight moon
shows the silhouette on my curtain
of a little creature who doesn’t
want the help, maybe just some
recognition.
his war is faint and his flight
is more humble than the free
and i wonder maybe his place
is where he can watch from the window
sill, like he’s seen so many times
from cats dreaming of a life
so daring they are too afraid to live
but sure enjoy the pleasure to see.

-ashley daly