My daughter and I found this lovely fellow in the garage this morning, as we headed out to survey ladybugs at our local Audubon sanctuary. While we traipsed through woods and meadows, sweeping for ladybugs and bumping into all manner of other cool creatures (several tiger swallowtails, a red-tailed hawk pestering a squirrel ’round a red maple tree, a wood frog, and far too many ticks), the moth slept.
We drove out to the farm for seedlings and milk, stopped for lunch, came home, cleaned up; the moth slept.
He’s out there now, sleeping, waiting on dusk I suppose.
I’m enchanted, and waiting, too.