I Alone Am Witness
One lovely moth is flying through the night
with satin wings lined white in their design.
He hovers over innocence by moonshine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and on a petal he will soon alight.
He ceases fluttering so he might dine
upon sweet nectar of his valentine,
and I alone am witness to this sight.
Most fascinating is this sight to me,
for what I've found, though simple it may be,
has purpose and is nothing short of grand.
I keep on watching, frozen where I stand.
Now captured by the beauty that I see,
I let my net slip gently from my hand.
Submitted Oct. 10, 2022
for Julia Ward's Captivation Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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