Edward Willett

"Moths drink the tears of sleeping birds…"

…is how this story about Madagascarian insect life is headlined, but never mind the science: doesn’t “Moths drink the tears of sleeping birds…” sound like the start to a wonderfully evocative poem by some terribly sensitive poet? Something like:

Moths drink the tears
Of sleeping birds;
I drink up beers
And slur my words.

*Sniff.* Brings a lump to your throat, doesn’ it?*

*Why, yes, I am procrastinating this morning. How could you tell?

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