The Moth I Left Behind
Posted: Tue May 24, 2022 9:12 am
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.
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.
