The Moth

A recollection of a memory and interpretation.

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Remember the moth
you thought was a fairy?
Massive, brown and furry.
We crouched over and watched,
scared and dared not to breathe,
waited for it to drink
from green acorn cups.
It fluttered its wings;
we screamed
and that night we both dreamt
of monsters and moons.

Valerie Tyler, a retired holistic practitioner, is keen to share messages of awareness and positivity through art and creative writing.

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