It’s a drastic attempt
To understand
The Beauty of The Moth
Without encouragement
It flies
In a graceful flutter
Above the pollution of disrespect
And neglect
Served to him
Unlike his brother
The Butterfly
No one gawks at his perfection
No one realizes
The same metamorphosis
And lessons apply
To his unwanted frame
The Moth knows the hardships
But not the fame
The Moth knows the rules
To this wicked game
Called Life
Throughout his existence
His presence is seen as burden
With each flutter
An obscenity is muttered
It’s a drastic attempt
To understand
The Beauty of The Moth
But this lesson need be learned
Despite the oh so steep cost
Of changing perspectives