THE MOTH

After working until lack of light
I headed toward the homestead, bright
listening to all the peepers sing
on a late April evening

A moth came with me through the door
as if he'd often done the same before
he dove and fluttered through the air
above the couch and easy chair

I left him flitting in the den
as I went to the warm kitchen
to find my supper set out there
and my love with whom my day to share

After drying the last dish with cloth
I remarked about the vagrant moth
who now was perched high on the wall
looking gray and still and all

There he stayed for us to see
high up above our old T.V.
so still you'd nearly think him dead
not just resting his wings instead

As we watched our shows that night
while outside the moon rose full and bright
we'd glance at him once upon a while
then turn to each other and smile

Then came the time to go to bed
with the lovely girl I'd wed
we wondered if the moth would stay
and still be there at break of day