A moth
A piece of lovely nature
Creature with a meaning
Some say they are lucky
Others say their the messenger of death
The worse part
Is the fact
That other people
Are so afraid of them
The moment one shows
A whole bus full will scream
Trying everything to kill it
A poor moth
That had an lifetime ahead
Just like the rest of us
Why can we kill
An innocent animal life
So very easily?
How would you feel in their place
Imagine being on a bus
Crowded around by others
Now listen to the loud mumbling
That sounds louder than blasting music
Now watch as a moth flies in
From a open window in front of you
Now hear that mumbling turn to screams
Thousands of tiny scales
Hairs coloring the moth wings
Stout body
Such a dull color
Yet it tries to leave the bus
Doesn't get far before
Someone ends up smacking it
They smack it
As it reaches the back door
They then kick it to make sure it's dead
Such a sad thing
For such a small moth
A moth who had an life of it own
It kinda shows
That the real world
Takes the natural world to it's advantage
Not caring what they are truly doing
Destroying animal lives
Destroying their homes
The only place they ever had
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Poems of Life (Completed)
PoetryI write poems based on things happening in my life. Some are actually based on how I felt since it's my way of coping. Thanks for reading. Completed: 03/28/2019
