I knew a moth that knew so much
He thought he’d give the light a touch.
He thought himself so quick he could
Dance across the porch-light hood.
And then he danced,
My, how he fluttered!
And oh, the awful things he muttered!
He came to dance just once, you know,
But the porch-light wouldn’t let him go!
And so they danced the night away
“’Til evening faded into gray,
And daybreak left him to retreat
With tattered wings and smoky feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is quite amusing ^_^ the flow is superb, very well done :)