Luna Moth

Glorious green-winged Luna Moth Has but a week to live To find a mate and reproduce A mother's life so sweet and brave Tarrying too long 'neath the lamppost Drawn by the soft warm light She was easy prey, a midnight snack For the bats that fly by night Her pale green wings are still now Tattered and tossed on the lawn A tragic end, "what might have been…" Her task undone — she's gone • Like spiders, once she lays her eggs, she dies.