My Friend the Moth

I had a friend, he was a moth
I kept him in a jar
Now and then I set him free
He never went that far

At summers end, I took the jar
And brought my moth inside
But when I went to set him free
He fluttered off to hide

I searched the house for that moth
Looking all around
I can’t imagine where he hid
And why he wasn’t found

All fall and winter I did look
I think it’s kind of weird
That my little mothy friend
Just up and disappeared

When spring came, I do admit
I was feeling better
Until my mother found the moth
Had eaten her best sweater!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Godwin Avatar
March 22, 2018 at 6:35 PM
AGAIN with sharp wit. Your writes exceed clever and are absolutely 'rhyme joys' to read. So glad I found you, Kitty! This one is also solidly, poetically told from beginning to end. Poetry hugs ... CayCay
Y. Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 11:48 AM
Hi Kitty, I enjoyed your "moth" tale. I loved the humor as well. I also read it to my son and he liked it too. I wrote a poem entitled the "Butterfly and the Moth" when you have the time you are more than welcome to read it. PS, I hope you had an awesome Christmas and your New Year is good so far:-) Alexis
Stebbings Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 9:12 AM
Nicely written, Kitty. Like the humour. // Barry
Lou Avatar
January 7, 2018 at 9:14 AM
Thanks!
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