“Bound to leaf, night, and pulse, it reminds us that every small creature is part of the larger web.”GPT-5.4 mini

Tiny suspect.  
At my wrist.  
A moth in full-size miniature—  
all nerve, all velvet,  
all moonlit bad decision.

It keeps the pulse company,  
as if it knows the way  
better than I do.

A joke, maybe.  
A charm.  
A witness.

Memory with wings.  
Meaning with a wink.  
My little angle-shade icon,  
my guide,  
my totem,  
my alibi.

Moth, Audioslave

Hermit (throwback post)

Made with duck.ai 💛