The MOTH in the AIRPORT

The plane from Chicago was late. People stared at the unmoving carrousel. A man was reading a brochure. He didn’t notice the moth. It landed on his back for a moment. The man turned the page, there were more things to see in our town. The moth took off again and this time the man gave a jump and swung as it circled. It was okay, no harm done, just a little turbulence, as it descended to land.