• A group of ladies paired,
    Huddling, horrified, and scared,
    Inside a forest long since shared,
    Detached, yet suddenly all ensnared,
    By yellow eyes in the darkness.
    Who would save them as it glared,
    When not even they dared,
    Run toward the moon compared,
    To that look in those eyes bewared;
    Those eyes dark, angry, cold, and formless.
    As it moved they wished to be spared,
    Crying, pleading, they despaired,
    All except a girl fair-haired.
    Holding a light she declared,
    "Look at the yellow moth grimace."
    Under the light its disguise impaired,
    The night's moth's wings, unmoving, stared.
    Now the girl's calmed voices blared,
    Laughing at such madness.