The flower that the
bumblebee forgot  
the nectar that the
butterfly forsook  
the moth drinks from
them in the dark.  

Sitting on your porch at night
you turn on your lantern.
Moths fly towards the light
confused and
bumping and buzzing around.  

This is not a flower
this is not a slice of the moon
this does not smell like home.  

Please, just turn it off,
get up, and go inside.
Lay yourself down to sleep.  
The moths have work to do.