Poetry Train time- The inspiration for this poem is still in it's spot, 12 hours later. I think it's time to do something,
Another dark spot on the once white,
Now speckled ceiling
with the remnants of melting snow,
smoke of winter fires
This new spot is not permanent,
It will not stay.
Unlike the smoke and water,
It will soon move on
once the cats have left the room.
It will fly about the reading lamp
and may linger by the closed window
Until a door is opened, the moth will stay,
Another dark spot on the ceiling.
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