Moth Festival

Full moon

Dry breezes

Night blossom

Heady scents

Shadows in profusion

Candles

We are ready.

Moth Festival.

If you are mad, addicted to danger, or foolish in the extreme

Then bring your own bats and nightjars

And take your chances.

Wing whispers

Camouflage

Flittering, fluttering

Secret songs

Voiceless stories

The things we celebrate

In darkness.

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