Oh Black Witch Moth of the night,
With wings of mottled dark brown velvet,
Seeker of the northern sun.
I see you not as harbinger of death,
But as a noctuoid beauty in the moonlight
Your iridescent colours tease,
As you flutter and search the night,
Seeking the ripest forest fruits.
You are known by so many names,
Mariposa de la Muerte in South America.
The Mourning Moth in the Caribbean.
The Duppy Bat of Jamaica.
Indeed, if you are a lost soul dear lady,
you may find a home with me.
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