Moth Poem by Claire Sanders

They say I am nowt but dust, nay, I am so very alive!

Mere particles of stuck together dirt,

When glanced upon by naked and naiive eye,

Harken! Peer at me more tenaciously if you dare,

I am more than mere wings of dust,

Look close and you'll see an alien of the air!

 

I will be found under the even moon, attracted by calm light,

I will flutter and flit around and around,

Make you dizzy trying to watch me in flight!

Lover of warm evenings and hazy summer dusk,

I become a lace-like winged shadow,

A midnight butterfly, if you must...

 

I am nothing but dust to those who don't have a care,

To other's I am beautiful, and sometimes even rare,

I can camouflage with wise expertise,

You could learn from me, a thing or two,

I am simply a creature made from carbon and dust,

But remember my friend, so are you!