Andrew Charles Forrest

Friday night (when the light is right) AKA Mothballs

Friday night (when the light is right)

AKA Mothballs

 

All the moths have gone to play

In the city to see the sights

They tried, but they just couldn’t stay

So dusty wings took flight

They believe their time is limited

This may be their only night

So all the moths have gone away

To towns with brighter lights

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    May the light fill there lives with wonder.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    A fine write Andrew.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Yes youth has to try out wings after occasions like these Andrew - let us hope now the easing of lock-down will stay.

  • Neville


    this little gem should appeal not only to us moths mate but to them there butterflies as well .... :)



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