The Moth of Pantmawr, by Guy Fletcher

I observe the moth flickering
against the night window
as it tries to reach my bedroom light.
It's white like a spectre, not realising
a little window is open yet it zooms up and down
the closed one as the cat, equally stupid,
attempts to catch it from inside.
But if the moth succeeds in gaining access
on its journey towards the light
it will probably be killed by the cat
yet lack of consciousness can be a blessing
for we fear danger where none exists,
moths and cats have no thoughts of tomorrow
ah, but we have...and that is our sorrow.