The grass needed mowing again

It was starting to look a mess

In, fact it was the perfect place

For the moth to have a rest

It looked so regal standing there

In its cape of black and red

Ruffling gently in the breeze

On its grassy, makeshift bed

A tired fly stopped a while

On top of a blade of grass

Perched precariously clinging on

Waiting for the aches to pass

After a while, it looked around

And much to its delight

A beautiful moth was having a nap

It was such a glorious sight.

some time later, the moth woke up

And spotted the little fly

Then they both fluttered off

Without as much as a good-bye!

 

 

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