Minkbeer and Moths
I saw thing on holiday, a terrible thing.
A mighty, hairy, flying thing.
More monster than moth,
Pale eyes aglow on furry stalks,
Feathery proboscis slurping at the night’s dark shore.
Twitching in Plutonian ecstasy,
It saw my luminescence and came for me.
Not fluttering, but vibrating across the darkness.
I shrieked and ran, hearing the beat of the fiend’s leathery wings,
And then ’twas gone and I was left unmanned and mothless.
Only the Minkbeer helps now.
September 14th, 2008 at 3:32 pm
This Minkbeer you speak of must be squeezed from the famous psychedelic mink of the Congo basin, mustela dementis, thought to have given Early Man his first taste of expanded consciousness. It also gave him his first taste of The Fear, as he was high in a jungle full of tree-snakes and whooping monkeys with nowhere to sit down and get himself straight.
“Slurping at the night’s dark shore” is a classic line, and a perfect title for your audiobook.
September 16th, 2008 at 1:50 am
So, one time, I seriously saw a moth the size of a small bird. It was perched near our porch light. I did not care for it.
September 16th, 2008 at 1:50 am
I should clarify that I have an irrational dislike of moths. Why? I don’t know. Childhood moth trauma, perhaps.
September 16th, 2008 at 10:49 pm
This thing was at least a handspan across. A bloody great hairy handspan too. I’m no lepidopterist, but I think it was some mutant variety of the Hawk Moth. It does not fill me with joy to report that this species includes the Death’s Head Hawk Moth known in Poland as ‘the wandering death bird’.
I’m lucky to be alive I tell you.
September 16th, 2008 at 11:16 pm
They go straight for the face. That’s what I don’t like about moths. Straight for the face. And when you bat them out of the air they leave scales everywhere. Scaly wings are a big no-no in my opinion.