On Moths and Butterflies

You must never touch a butterfly and fear its fragile wings for if you touch a butterfly what horrors your touch brings The dust glitters as it falls and the insect starts to wilt for like the flowers on which it feeds its lovely death brings guilt. But make sure to kill the moth that ugly, furry thing it's circling the porch light like that lantern is its king you must kill it quick and hard as it's flying from its fate the lantern is its only hope and yet its perfect bait. But dust glitters as it falls from the moth's beige colored wings for only when it's dead and gone you see life to which it clings.