waiting for critics to be in season again

be vewwy vewwy quiet. i'm hunting quitics.

watching a large fluffy moth

flutter around a light

its wings flapping quickly making

echo-shadows on the wall---

&

you

wish

it

was

one

of

your

annoying

little

critics

who live in very much the same manner fluttering around your light but never knowing a light themselves---

&

gee, if you could only swat them dead as you

can

the

moth.

 

let the moth live, and wait for your chance

when

critics are in season again.