Uploaded on June 1, 2012
On the square of the screen door,
Shimmering and white,
There’s a tiny ballet
Every summer night.
Little moths and big moths,
Dancing to the tune
Of the beetles buzzing
Underneath the moon;
Round about they flutter,
Bowing to their friends,
Till, screak! the door is opened,
And all the dancing ends.
—Kathryn Jackson
The Golden Book of 365 Stories
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