The Moth At The Ballet Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

I saw a rather large moth
Flying frantically
Where the ballet was taking place
The dancers tried to concentrate
Forget it was there
But it continued to make
Itself a pest
To the audience
The ballerinas
Except for me
Because I was curious
How this must look
For a simple moth
The glittering costumes
The bedazzling lights
The humans lighter than feathers
How on earth
This must look
To a simple moth
And I thought
To myself
And to myself only
That maybe the moth
Wanted to take part
In this event
To be a dancer
To be a star
Maybe it felt beautiful
It must felt like
It were
Like a butterfly
Must of felt
In centre stage