Posted by: shorelineclusterpoets | July 28, 2012

Haiku: not a fan of moths

Black moth lands – still – mocks –

taunts – thinks I don’t have the guts –

so I  squish his out.




  1. Nice and funny…. reminds me of my own squished bug vision:

    By Don Segal

    The last few flies of tiny size
    Try to escape the cold
    And fly around my hot bath steam,
    One lands and thinks he’s bold.

    I snatch him up and squeeze him dead,
    Toss him into the broth
    And down the drain soon he will go
    With his brother moth.

    Most birds are gone, the leaves have turned,
    The loons swim near the dock,
    There’s no one there to disturb
    The tiny floating flock.

    The breath of warmth begins to fade,
    The sun begins to drop,
    Tomorrow is just one more day
    That’s closer to the frost.


    Out, damned spot! out, I say!–One: two: why,
    then, ’tis time to do’t.–Hell is murky!–Fie, my 40
    lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
    fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
    account?–Yet who would have thought the old MOTH
    to have had so much blood in him.

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