Encircling the Light
Beneath the moon, to the side they keep.
At night they fly and in day they sleep.
Against a window and up the wall,
from the ceiling, they will spiral and fall.
Shoulder of fur and wings of brown,
with rod-like antennae worn like a crown.
Hated as nuisances and pests by sight,
upon crops, upons socks, upon forests they blight.
Yet they are silent and harmless to all
Not aggression to recieve nor a sound to call.
Some can be vexing and troublesome to few,
But some can be useful from a different view.
Value in silk, from moths born recent,
fed and farmed for product that is decent.
into your room, from the window they enter
towards your light bulb, their gaze will center
be gentle, be kind, uncrushed they should stay.
one less creature for them to be prey.
A bane upon wool and a scourge upon cloth.
Also harmless and simple, the common Brown moth.
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