A moth, so delicate and light Fluttering in the moonlit night Its wings, a canvas of dusty brown A creature of the night, seldom seen in town

It dances in the flickering light Drawn to the flame, a dangerous sight Its fragile wings, a symbol of grace A creature of the night, with a gentle face

It flutters and flits, with a silent hum A creature of the night, so often shunned But in its beauty, there lies a mystery A creature of the night, with a hidden history

So let us marvel at this moth A creature of the night, so often lost For in its fragility, there lies a strength A creature of the night, with a beauty that extends.