Imagine living in the bottom of a hole for a thousand years. For some strange reason you grow wings- Start to fly but halfway up you shatter yourself on the rocky walls. You crumble and fall, scrabble for the dream of a thing you saw...Light at the end of the tunnel they said! And I all I get is a crumpled moth stuck to a sodden floor. And for everything that was never said, I have never been so sure. Have you watched a wet moth climb ungracefully up a wall? You want to help, but with every touch, you damage its wings, and are not really help as such. So, you tried and failed and now you watch because you want the poor guy to make it..but the wings are just too damaged, wet, sodden, mushy and even if he makes it, the sun will come up and cook him- inevitable death!
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)