Apparently,
I was too late...and out too long.
Is he not beautiful?
All I can think about is the title;
Death Comes For the Archbishop.
Of course he is not an Archbishop
and he does not live in New Mexico.
But, I did find him.
I can call him a him
and celebrate his short life.
I can appreciate his loveliness
while thanking him for not nestling in my wool.
And, he is my Archbishop for right now.
best, e.
5 comments:
He has his beautiful robes, he could be Archbishop for a day. Indeed he makes you ponder on nature and makes you think of the wonder of all things. I think he fulfills his role perfectly.
I'm always mesmerized by their velvet fur/powder??? whatever it is!
What Susan said!
Jackie, the powder is actually tiny scales. Moths (and butterflies), belong to the order Lepidoptera, which means 'scale wing'.
He is indeed gorgeously attired.
I never like to pick up dead moths from the windowsill - they look so sad and lovely there in the light that it seems a shame to move them. (If you leave them long enough the sun bleaches them to a snowy white. Yes, I'm a slacker of a housekeeper.)
He is beautiful. He has a cozy sort of look about him, although I have to say if he were flying, I'd be whimpering and flapping at him to get him to go back outside.
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