Flightless fall to the ground

Whose to pray

At the grave of a

Hapless moth

Succumbed and lost

What about a species

Of moths lost to time

In the information age  

Bits saved and savored

Yet genetic code is spared

Not and reverenced not

In the rush to succeed

Take a step back and

Invision how to make a moth

And watch it fly in the sky

Putting on a top hat

Doesn’t put you

At the top

Stop a moment

To reflect on the

Lowly life around us

Which keeps us

Company