The striking Luna moth emerges from its cocoon without a mouth because its short life will be devoted entirely to reproduction. -- Plonk’s Moths and Butterflies Although I can't know what the now Of moths without a mouth might be, I hope they are content with how Design ensures posterity: The organ of their larval duty— Consuming every leaf in sight— Effaced for purposes of beauty That serves a different appetite. I trust they just desire to merge. I’d hate to think that, in despair, They’d have this sudden gnawing urge To open up what isn’t there. by Robert Crawford |
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