recollections of a moth

this light fixture outside is crowded. a buzzing spot to say the least.

what’s this? a door opens! sweet sanctuary! quick friends, let’s gather inside!

large strangers reside within, be careful!
Alas, the smaller furry one tortures my brethern. I will hide on the ceiling, trying to blend in, a large speck of brown on a white inverse landscape.

slumber is disturbed in the twilight by the din raised by the smallest stranger. It summons the large stranger. I am struck by something plaid. Oh!
My flight is reduced to a death spiral. I flee to the sudden light atop a silver platform. It burns!

damaged, I am thrust out to the waiting jaws of the ferocious feline beast. Ah, the sweet release of death!