The first thing that caught my eye when I went down for breakfast this morning was the dark silhouette of a giant moth from behind the transparent window curtains.
I went outside to the car porch to take a closer look, and lo and behold!..there was Moth, perched comfortably at the left corner of my tinted window sill, admiring his own reflection on the darkened glass.
Moth was a giant! I’ve not seen any moth this big before. I rushed inside to get my camera. You must understand that moth sightings don’t occur very often, and especially not right in front of my doorstep!
By the time I changed lenses, Moth had already made his way to the next window.
Moths are not generally liked compared to butterflies. I think it must be because of their dark, sombre colours, and the “grandmother” tales surrounding them. When I was a little girl, I was told that when people die, they sometimes come back as moths to be with their loved ones. The moth could make its appearance as quickly as three days after a loved one’s death. This is because the dead person is still between the threshold of life and death and does not know that he has already died. (If you’ve watched that movie, “Sixth Sense”, you’ll know what I mean!) I have heard stories where the moth sits for days on the pillow or in the bedroom of the deceased person.
My sisters and I were told not to catch or kill a moth even if it came inside the house. In this respect, I can recall two or three occasions when we just had to put up with having a moth in the house – flying around in the living room, sitting on top of the TV, resting on the ceiling of the dining room, playing hide-and-seek in the bedroom…but showing no desire at all to fly out into the sunshine, despite our keeping all doors and windows wide open! I used to cover my face with the blanket for fear that the moth would land on my face while I was sleeping.
Anyway, back to the present. I must admit that after seeing Moth, the next thought that came to my mind was, “Has anyone close to me passed away recently?” In the end, I think Moth must have lost his way and ended up in the wrong house!
By afternoon, Moth was gone, but I still managed to get a picture of our short time together!Moth
My dear, I was never your butterfly, I was simply a moth who wished she was beautiful.
– by Sierra Elizabeth
Dec 23, 2012