He's flitting tonight.
Changed my sight.
Tiny moth buzzes round electric light.
My dog, she knows where ever he goes.
She's sensing him with her eyes and her nose
The light goes out.
It's  time for bed.
Will he be visiting my light again tomorrow?
Maybe he'll be dead.
They don't live long you know.
Goodbye little moth.
To sleep I go.
(c)Livvi