The moth,
delicate and beautiful
sits on the kitchen floor
her fragile filigree wings fluttering
trying hard to fly, to escape
looking for a safe place
to lay the eggs she's carrying.
Must have come in
during the night
seeking warmth and light.
I hold her in my palm,
coaxing her to fly
she flutters her pale green wings,
not flying, just a soft flutter,
and then as I take her and put her
amongst the plants and trees,
in her natural surroundings,
like a miracle on wings
with a soft whisper of her wings
she flies from tree to tree,
plant to plant,
seeking a safe home for her babies.
Even a small being as a moth
has her survival instincts!
Set them free,
all of nature's creatures,
to live freely
to let the cycle of life continue.
That's the rule of nature!
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Nature has a way of nurturing and protecting its creatures.
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Comments4
I love moths. Much more beautiful than butterflies
My heart melted when I saw her trying to find a way out. So fragile.
A fine write of these creatures J.
Thank you 🙂
Yeh I do that with a variety of invertebrate interlopers (not huntsmans though – they are OK). Not usually by hand – use open ended plastic container and thin cardboard.
An appreciative little poem about a little moth, Jay. Liked.
Thank you. My first instinct when I saw her on the floor was to help her get outside and when I put my hand near her she softly got onto my palm. :).
I put her on a piece of paper when I took her outside.
I can totally agree with your words, nature is so wonderful when you set it free Jayasree.
Andy
🙂 Thank you
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