A poem: Moths

One night as I was going out
A little moth I saw.
It was so very delicate
I only gawked in awe.
It was so very beautiful
It flew without a sound.
It fluttered around our porch light
And landed on the ground.
I watched it flit and float about
And stop at our front door.
And then it quietly flew away
And it was seen no more.

by Ethan Bowser, age 11