Animal Fables I: Moth

Once upon a time, there lived an unre­mark­able moth.

“Do you know some­thing?” said the moth, ask­ing him­self a rhet­or­ical ques­tion as he mused on the com­plex­it­ies of life. “I’ve been cap­tiv­ated by the light of that candle for what seems like forever. Like a moth to a flame, indeed. But now I look at it again, I really don’t know what I found so fas­cin­at­ing. It’s just a flick­er­ing light, and not a very impress­ive one at that.”

The moth paused for a moment to pon­der this rev­el­a­tion. It was, after all, the only thought he’d ever had through­out his short and entirely unevent­ful exist­ence, and he was going to make the most of it while it lasted.

Then, with a weary sigh, the plain com­mon or garden moth fluttered upwards into the cold night air and returned to bash­ing him­self sense­lessly against the win­dow pane, in his obsess­ive pur­suit of the magical light from the unreach­able candle. It was going to be a long, long night.

The End.

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Comments: 2

    A long time ago, someone told me a moth was a night butterfly.

    I like your blog.

    isabelle | 04.15.07, 11:14

    Moth liked to fly at night. It’s cool out at night and there is no bright sun to burn his eyes and singe his wings. This was until he came upon a candle light and so fond of the little light which wasn’t as bold and brash as the sun he inched over to explore.

    The other moths said…noooo.…everyone who goes there dies in the flame… so Moth flew off but watched the flick­er­ing light in the dark. Drawn to it he moves closer and flies around and feels it’s com­fort­ing warmth, each times inch­ing closer until ouch to close, it’s true what they say it does burn he thinks. But so nice is the sway­ing light and the warmth that a little closer could be ok. Yes quite nice Moth thinks. So nice and white it makes me glow. Mes­mer­ized he can no longer leave the light but swims back and forth closer each time till his emo­tions get the bet­ter of him and he dashes madly off in the cen­ter because he could no longer bear to be any further.

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    Sea Urchin | 05.22.07, 15:53

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