Pristine Grace

The Moth and the Butterfly
by John Pedersen
The Moth and the Butterfly

The butterfly, so pretty, and gay,
Happened upon a moth one day,
And lighting beside him, went on to say,
How dull he looked; all mottled, and grey!

Your wings are like tree bark, he said with a sneer;
I could not even see you until I got near!
You're so plain and boring, but have a look here! 
I'm all you are not!  My wings have no peer!

So butterfly spread out his wings to full size;
As he did, high above, looking down from the skies, 
He was seen by a kestrel with very sharp eyes,
And butterfly's beauty became his demise.