The Moth

I wrote this poem on August 1st. I was on a dock late at night and this moth was so crazy. I had to write about it.

There was a crazy little moth.

It flew in circles and upside down.

Touching the water and flying around.

It hits the dock and right into my hair.

I tried to catch it I was a fool.

I tried just once more and it flew.

Author's Note

I'm not sure I like it. I like the first two lines, but I'm not sure about the rest.