The moths flitted about the pantry
When suddenly a small ( to me)
Large (to them)
Gecko appeared on the curtain.
An indoor wild kingdom (queendom?)
Appeared before me.
This was no democracy among species.
Dinner was imminent.
Still, I ponder:
Who is the immigrant,
The moth or the lizard?
I ponder the balance in all things,
And retrieve a can of garbanzo beans.