White Moth
 
White moth, white moth without a dye
Outside my bathroom glass.
You found your way inside to die
And leave a mummied mass.
 
You were so white against the dark
Before you found the gap.
The ceiling light outlined your arc
That ever-shining trap.

Wael Almahdi

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Wael Almahdi would be pleased to hear them