mother used to say
sometimes insects are not just insects
especially if they come into a home
or your room
they say moths are actually souls
coming back to visit their loved ones

one night when i was talking on the phone
a little brown moth settled on my study desk
somehow i knew it wasn't a mere passing insect
it was someone, something, there for a reason
didn't do anything, just let the moth be

with the memory of the bird
that flew into my house
and the sight of a bird carcass
a few days ago
i started to ponder the coincidence
of these incidents
were they meant to happen
but why over that few days
or was it just my imagination

did they mean to send a message or what?
the one year death anniversary of a loved one
brought the answers in a vague fashion
to my confused and cogitative mind
now i see grief and joy co-exist
like they say crows (black birds) reflects
a sense of mourning
while moths represent spirits

i miss her, and thank her for remembering her dear niece.