Moth
MOTH
Unsung butterfly of the night
Seen only in the murk
Eschewing the sunlight
Pale-skinned, huge-eyed, he will lurk,
His bulb-drawn silent face-
A morlock of the world of flies
Displayed in night-black case -
Against the cold glass lies.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2013
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