Moths chew woolens while we sleep at night,
elusive as vampires who hide from the light.

We lay sticky traps and cedar balls;
they still show up in our dresser drawers.

If you follow their wings of grey or rust,
they leave a trail of sweater dust. 

Cashmere or boucle, tartan or tweed,
they puncture your clothes, lay eggs, and breed.

Perhaps these vampires wear a disguise
and deep inside they are butterflies.