When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Here
Is a
Moth, maybe.
Or it could be
A small butterfly.
Having a fine dinner
On this pretty pink zinnia.
Or maybe this is a dahlia.
I’m not sure that knowing should matter.
I just thought you’d enjoy seeing them, too!
Note: This poetry form is Etheree (the single kind, not the double, this time).
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
Pretty!
Thank you, Dawn. Nice to have something for them to eat at this time of year!
I enjoyed the poem, Debbie. You are right. It doesn’t matter what kind of flower.
Thanks, John. I probably should’ve gotten industrious and looked it up, but I ran out of time, ha!
😁
Well done, Debbie! You have taught me so much over the years about the various forms poetry.
Love the photo too! I looks like a moth to me (because of its color), however, you’re right…it could very well be a butterfly. Great capture!
Happy Tuesday, my friend! X
P.S. Enjoy the quote too!
Ron, as you know, I’m not a poet. However, I’ve learned so much over the past several years about poetry and all its forms — things I probably studied in school but have long since forgotten.
I’m glad you found it interesting, and I’m glad this critter found something to snack on. With the round of cold fronts heading our way, it’s pretty obvious he/she won’t be feasting forever! No wonder he looked so satisfied. xx
Thumbs up to your whimsical approach. Go Domers this weekend.
Thanks very much, Frank. Those Domers are doing awfully well, aren’t they? I suspect they’re in line for a bowl game somewhere!
Lovely to see any flower and moth (or butterfly) this late in the season! A zinnia by any other name… I enjoyed your sweet poem.
Ah, so it *is* a zinnia, Barbara? Thank you for clarifying that. This was one of the seeds in a wildflower packet I picked up somewhere, so I wasn’t sure about its identification. The flowers included were listed on the back of the packet, but I didn’t know who was who!
Look at that — it’s a pink flower! We may not be completely enthusiastic about pink, but that little insect certainly is enjoying itself. One way to distinguish moths from butterflies is that moths tend to have ‘feathery’ antennae, while butterflies’ antennae are smooth. It’s not a hard and fast rule, but it helps.
Love the poem, and I completely agree. I try to figure out what I’m showing people in my photos, but there are times when I just can’t figure it out, so I say so, and enjoy it anyway. Not everything in life needs to be — or can be! — identified and explained.
Linda, I do remember the bit about the antennae (probably from Biology class), but sadly, I wasn’t able to get close enough to this wee one to see if there were feathers. It rather has the appearance of a moth, but who knows? As for the pink, nestled as it was among other colored flowers (orange, white, and so forth), it seemed to have a stand-alone feel that I appreciated. And for sure it gained the notice of our winged critter!
Fun! Looks like a zinnia to me, too. Also, a moth, but I am certainly not an expert.
Thank you, Laurie. It’s nice to give them a name — kind of makes them more “real” than just saying “flower” and “bug”!!
Ha, Debbie, I do so agree! I never know what flowers are called or the names of moths or butterflies or trees, but it never stops me from enjoying them! Lovely poem. 😀
Thank you, my friend. My late dad know ALL about stuff like this. Sadly, he passed in 2008, so I can no longer ask him. He’d have known instantly what these things were. Sigh.
I’m not sure knowing matters as much as FEELING the life in the flower as it gives its love to yonder creature. ❤
Good point, Kathy. It’s wonderful to see Nature providing for itself. All humans need to do is help her — and get out of the way once in a while, ha!
Just lovely!
Thanks, Ann — glad you enjoyed it!