Mounting Alarm

There was that noise again A soft buzzing in the room Not that it was very loud But with just the light from the moon Sarah could not quite make out If there was something there Soon she found herself sitting up And continuing to stare It wasn't more than 5 minutes Since her book she put aside A story of a little boy And why it was he cried The tale was oddly haunting As the pages she had turned His father gathered insects Was some of what she learned The story dated from a time When moths were pinned and mounted In a way some might now feel a crime Displayed behind a piece of glass Labelled with great care So that those who might pass Could know what species that they were There was that noise again A little closer now she thought More of a fluttering than before Like something a spiders web had caught And all of a sudden some movement did she spy Over by the window in the moonlight It seemed too frantic for a fly And so much bigger too Emerging from her covers now Sarah ventured to investigate Creeping slowly forward In a slightly nervous state Fingers guardedly placed Across her blinking eyes She sought out the culprit And found to her surprise A torn paper wrapper fluttered in a breeze Just because the window was trapping it with ease Her heart so jumpy just before Was shortly once more calm And the wrapper fell down to the floor Where it would give no more alarm ©Rhumour August 29th 2008