Obituary of a Moth
Arriving in Spring,
on white powdered wings,
to the heat of a bulb,
if touched it would sting.
You bobbed and you weaved,
while taking your dings,
like a staggering drunk,
or fighter in the ring.
Then a flash! and a zap!
you fell to the ground.
Moth knocked out for good,
in the 13th round.
Moth…4/02/2018 - 4/03/2018.
Was hatched, grew wings,
headed to the nearest lightbulb,
and died.
Was a life long member of the
Knights of Columbus.
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