Another Poem - By Keldan

I hear a sound, seems rather near.
The sound of buzzing, is what I hear.

The flap of wings, my eyes do seek
It's a little moth. White and sleek.

In zig-zag lines, it tried to fly.
It hits the ceiling, and I wonder why.

This little moth, can't see the walls
It crashes into them, then it stalls.

I pounce to see, where it fell.
I use my nose, I find by smell.

I grin a grin, I think it's funny.
The moth is now, in my full tummy.

- The End