Ode to Exquisite Olearia Owlet

Moth, I see you,

your antennae are like a fishing line made of nylon.

Your wings are splattered

with green and black, like

the camo pants that I threw out.

They are furry around the edges.

You camouflage perfectly as you flutter

around your habitat — the olearia plant.

With your many-lensed eyes,

you see your habitat destroyed

by fires and farms.

You are at risk.