Deja Vu

All by myself again, peering through my open window. I watched a familiar solitary, silvery moth, diving, flicking, rising, falling, haphazardly flying, drawn to my hot naked luminescent porch bulb. No longer threatened by his mere erotic presence, I methodically snapped off the switch. He slipped back into the darkness, just as he had done last night and the night before. Once more I regained control but will he return? Will he bring others? For "CHOPPED II" contest.