The Moth Poem by Egal Bohen
The Moth
The Moth flies at twilight
My light
When our planets motion cuts the beam
Of multi coloured daylight from the sun
To let the silhouetted
Evening half light
Pass swiftly
Then be done
Silence
For a moment 'til
Soft gentle starlight
Touching dark velvet
On the Earth
May come
The fox barks at starlight
In the shadow of the hill
While the hare lays
In her form
Very
Very still
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