Butterfly: (n) an insect with two pairs of large wings
Moths hate butterflies.
I’m sure they do.
Not only are they attracted to shiny objects, often leaving them vulnerable, but they are also stuck with gray or brown wings.
Then here comes the butterfly.
Butterflies don’t fly. They don’t gather around glowing places.
Butterflies flit. They dart.
And most obviously, they have color in their wings. It sets them apart. It makes them look like they give a damn instead of grabbing the first t-shirt out of the drawer. They spend a little time shopping. They are conscious of their appearance.
They seem to be aware that the world needs some beauty.
Yes, I guess if I were a moth I would constantly be criticizing the butterfly.
“Stop flitting! And who’s to say your golden, orange and black-with-hints-of-purple hues are any better than my grayscale?”