- Category: News
- Published on Saturday, 26 March 2016 10:35
- Written by Super User
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The mercury lamp was blindingly bright,
blackening the surrounding night,
a Buff-tip appeared, pale wings a-flap,
he was lured by the light into the trap.
Secure in shady egg-box ‘caves’.
Green Carpets, Heralds and Riband Waves.
With pretty names like Puss Moth, Purple Thorn and Burnished Brass,
they flew in from surrounding trees, some settled on the grass;
with bodies furry-coated to guard against the cold,
patterned wings exquisite, some delicate – some bold.
Shouts of delight – a Lime Hawk-moth was seen!
dove grey, soft pink, and a pale olive green.
Circling, bird-like, he perched on someone’s arm,
his scalloped wings quivering, so trusting and calm.
Then all at once a flurry of moths flew in from everywhere,
and landed on our clothing, on our books and in our hair.
Much laughter, swishing nets and capturing in pots,
we identified Peach Blossom and a Magpie with black spots.
Too soon our moth encounter ends,
we shook the ‘caves’ and freed our friends.
The show was almost over, and with ghostly fluttering flight,
they said ‘Goodbye’, and silently, flew off into the night.
|Buff-tip Moth||Small Magpie Moth|