Startled. I admit, when a bird flies up in front of me, I am startled, but having one fly close isn't a problem. I have seen Kestrels hovering close to the free-ways, waiting silently for mice to run out with the vibrations; I have seen female Kestrels fawning injury to draw you away from their nests, and all the time the beauty of nature abounds around me.
Moths. On an evening, when I work late in my room, I have the back door open for some air. Each night I am visited by lovely moths, some small and some large, but all beautiful. The reason the come in is because they are drawn to my light, and think my yellow ceiling is the sun.
Drawn to the light. Like the moths to my light, I was drawn to the dreams I held of being a writer. Dreams which in the dawn of reality turned to ashes before my eyes.