You're scared of them?
How adorable
I'd catch and let them go for you
Is it something about the way they flutter?
Those dead beats of the night captured in wings
Beige and grey like corpses in the mortuary
Black, bulging, beady eyes bidding slyly
Upon your daunting stature
I've captured dragonflies as a child between my fingers before
Moths should be less of a struggle
I have more fondness for them than their dazzling, preening, romantic counterparts
Dull as they may be
They flicker as quickly as the heart
So for you, I'd slow down and hold these simple creatures
Between index and thumb
Breathing them free.
