A Bird's life, a moth's flight
Opening up the car window to let in the out, I hear "kerflutter, kerflutt, kerflutter". I look out.
A few feet in front of a bouncing, fluttering female Cardinale was a moth in the flight of its life. The moth lifted up and down as he flurried across the black asphalt attempting not to become lunch. And, when it veered off to the side of the road into the tall grass, it was like a cloak of invisibility. The bird lifted his flight as though there had never been pursuit. A day in the life.
A few feet in front of a bouncing, fluttering female Cardinale was a moth in the flight of its life. The moth lifted up and down as he flurried across the black asphalt attempting not to become lunch. And, when it veered off to the side of the road into the tall grass, it was like a cloak of invisibility. The bird lifted his flight as though there had never been pursuit. A day in the life.
