"Unlike moths, humans are stupid:
  they can always find a flame to burn their wings."
   - Sergei Lukjanenko, "Almost Dawn"

The balcony chair on a warm summer night
Casts soft, friendly shadows by my candle's warm light
Crickets chirping, the fresh smell of rain,
The familiar rattle of a distant train
Rustle of treetops, falling leaves
Floating past on the gentle breeze
No-one around - this time of the year
It's peaceful and calm: no-one lives near
Some nights are the kind I like to share
But tonight's peace feels fragile, so no friends are there
In wide circles, stately and slow
Moths dance to my candle's flickering glow
Drawn by its beauty, the warmth it brings
They come too close and singe their wings.