The Moth I Left Behind

I love you Broad-boarded Bee-Moth I’m delighted by your transparent wings, ‘diaphanous’ some say. I love your jerky jiggly flight by day as you flitter from leaf to leaf. Some say you flutter, but I think not so much. You fly through riverside woods and sometimes hover over mountain slopes, depending on your mood, and let’s face it you’re certainly a little moody. You could not follow me to America, I recall that sad rainy day when we parted, tears ran down my ears as I waved goodbye. You flit lonely now through a faraway sky. Do you miss me, my dear Broad-bordered Bee-Moth? Do you forgive me for that brief affair I had with that Humming-bird Hawk Moth? She meant nothing to me. It has always been you my dinky-winged darling, only you.