A poem: Moth as a spirit

3/17 1:32pm

I killed a moth the other day

      not on purpose

swatting in the air

      took me over an hour to catch him

flap flap

      we met the night before

he tickled my arm

      I screamed

old coffee cup

      I trapped him

caught his leg

      he didn’t flap anymore :[

I think my spirit animal is a moth