As I touched the velvety wings of the moth, I couldn’t control the small sigh that escaped my lips and the tear bead that threatened to escape my eyes. The once beautifully fluttering breed has already been subjected to a slow death.
I could still hear the reverberation caused by the flaps of its wings. I could still feel the vibration of the lively creature on my finger.
With the last of its kind already gone, the entire ecosystem is in jeopardy. The magnitude of the problem hasn’t struck people yet.
I am afraid that this work of fiction might no longer stay just an imagination.
Moth, Velvet, Sigh
FOWC with Fandango : Magnitude