Is it time to fly with the moon?
When did day dim into twilight?
What perceptions I lacked,
that day flight should end
and moon flight begin.
I hear wings and rustlings
in a soft muted light.
Is it mine?
Will day be but a memory?
And night flight,
what will it be?
I am poised before flight,
not knowing.
Do I need new wings?
No, I have wings…..
formed during the day, but never used.
They’re mine! They’re mine!
I didn’t know I could morph.
I didn’t know I would morph.
I’m new again!
I’m going to fly with the moon.
**********************Linda Curtis
(Ctenucha moths lay their eggs
on tussock sedge leaves and
Blanding’s turtles often hide
in the tussocks during the day.
The turtle witnesses the
first flight of a new moth)