This is called an Io Moth. I named him Marvello the Marvelous Moth. He was sitting on some steps at school so I took a photo then moved him out of the way. Who says butterflies are pretty and moths are creepy? Is it because they mostly come out at night? Well so do cats yet the internet is obsessed with them. Is it because they have fury bodies? Well so do cats! My conclusion, Moths are just tinny winged kitties.

This is called an Io Moth. I named him Marvello the Marvelous Moth. He was sitting on some steps at school so I took a photo then moved him out of the way. Who says butterflies are pretty and moths are creepy? Is it because they mostly come out at night? Well so do cats yet the internet is obsessed with them. Is it because they have fury bodies? Well so do cats! My conclusion, Moths are just tinny winged kitties.

Blurred

Your blurred perception, 

Drunk with illusion, 

Eyes filled with deception, 

Your tears run down, 

Your life’s conclusion, 

Fallen to the ground. 

 I whisper in your ear, 

  Ignored white sound. 

But it is the truth 

 You refuse to hear 

You turn and act aloof 

Where proud tears fall 

There sprouts a clover 

You could have realize 

If you were more sober. 

But you capsize, 

Your face flushed over 

Struck by your own blow. 

Your luck crushed, your future 

Now to follow.