Moth Poem by Violet Eztli

I was a moth in the palm of your hand
You found me amongst the dirt and sand
with fascination like child, you looked down at me
And soon afterward, you were all I could see

You took me home and put me in a box
on your bedside table littered in rocks
You moved aside your nickel and brass
And held me as if I were made of glass

When you would get restless late in the night
you'd lift the lid and hold me tight
And stroke the soft fur of my wing
You'd whisper secrets, sometimes sing

Everyday at dawn, you'd leave
And promise you'd come back to me
And it was all just fine for a while
But then one day, you held a different smile

You'd brought home something new
A grasshopper dressed up in dew
And that night, when you could get no sleep
You sang to the her, low and sweet

Soon your box came to hold a beetle,
a spider,
a butterfly
And I couldn't help but cry and cry
I knew then that there was no room left
in that shoe box by your bed

So one grey morning, you scooped me up
And once outside, our time was up
So like a moth on the tip of your thumb
throw me towards the wind and run