050210m Undiscovered Beauty Poem by Manonton Dalan

i thought about moth by garage door
hanging peacefully blending her color
i have one born from squirming worm
so pretty i, i keep her on large bottle
don't know what to feed her; let her go
keep on coming back til her wings raw

this one i never touch i keep a distance
she could find her way to trees nearby
or stay as long as she wants then fly
she's still there after couple of days
surviving from moisture maybe less
she's so beautiful but never been kiss