these pale beauties flutter against our windows each night, trying in vain to reach our floor lamps through double paned thermal glass. most nights they are tracked, slowly and inexorably, by gray tree frogs, who climb the windows after them on suction cup feet, flashing their underparts at us, and occasionally winding up with a generous mouthful of moth.

moth: pale beauty (campaea perlata)

my bedroom wall, saint paul,  minnesota