For strangeness these! Moths in
Undergrowth unacclaimed.
For shot light of surprise
That may dart; be proclaimed
Midst sun-frequent of wing
Flower-skipped as serene!
Not for lack of beauty
To have rarer been seen!
Net-sprung, tagged, displayed for
Exceptional stalking.
Hobby-hunter's, bushy-bent.
Stilly hours fixed on in.
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