winged music

I had just sat down at the computer to check my email. Suddenly, I heard the guitar strum. Nobody was home but me. I turned around to see if it had slipped or if it was a cat. What I saw was a moth. A giant gray moth.

My first thought: Was I being visited by a loved one who has passed? Perhaps it was Boom-pa stopping by to play the guitar and say hello. He was quite the guitar player.

I watched the giant moth fly into the dining room. I got up to follow it in, with the intent to catch it and set it free... but it was gone.

I have searched everywhere.