Moths
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When the moths no longer welcome me home
I know that winter is soon on the way
It’s sad to slip past the porch light alone
No night flying lovelies amidst the glow
Acknowledging the end of the work day
Tawny and buff with stripes of color for show
They are as compelling as the night sky
Hiding among ridges of bark by day
Emerging at night to dance as they fly
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(A Nocturna Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 