Why I Hate Moths
The moth, I disdain
It needn't cause me pain
Harmless it may be
With no venom to me
It flies into my face
No pattern, no grace
A pitiable creature
In purpose and feature
For I cannot detect
A trait to respect
The spider spins its yarn
Across a lofty barn
And the bee does strive
To provide for its hive
But the moth helps none
As Icarus to the sun
Thursday 14th April 2016 12:22 pm
The Moth
The moth, she knows the flame will burn
But back again, again she comes,
Her velvet collisions dress the air,
Sparkling against these tempting embers
Where she throws herself over and over
Upon the most flickering of fascinations,
Such senseless self-immolation
Strips her to a carapace,
Leaving her scorched, naked, undressed, undone,
Beneath the tragic unravelling of her world.
Friday 8th April 2016 10:10 am
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