Moth Poem by James Dylan

Floating around the packed carriage
On a warm summers day
The moth has the freedom of the train
It moves around from spot to spot
Not concerned with grabbing the next empty seat
It moves wherever it pleases
The roof, the window, the lights
This is its playground

It takes a break from flying
It rests on the window
next to the black man
The man reads his newspaper
Uninterested in his surroundings
The moth moves on to the door panel
Near all those having to stand for the journey home
The moth hovers around the fat man
Fiddling around with some papers
Annoyed that perhaps he
Has to take his work home with him
It then floats above a pretty young girl
A bag on her shoulder
Full of books
A day spent at university
She reads a classic book
But constantly looks at her phone
Eagerly awaiting a call or text
A lover, a friend
Plans for a night out
Its only Monday
But then again she is at college

The moth just moves and moves
It can go and come as it pleases
Two stops down and it escapes the
Hot, smelly, sardine can carriage
Freely the creature fly’s out the door
No concern of what’s for dinner tonight
It goes through many doors
Not the same one everyday
No set time
No one to answer to
Truly the moth is free
Till it annoys the wrong person
And
BHAAAAAAM
A stain on the white wall
As the shoe smashes it to bits
The free life was good while it lasted
Before it was splattered
Over a white wall