A Gentle Offer

I stayed completely crouched by the overturned wicker basket, not daring to twitch while the fluffy golden moth rested on my cinnamon stick! But every noble winged beast needs a proper treat. Moving like a creeping shadow, I reached behind me with one hand and plucked a dried, sugar-crusted tea biscuit crumb resting near the floorboard molding. Balancing the sweet golden crumb right on my index fingertip, I slowly extended my hand toward the moth's feathery antennae. It paused, tilted its tiny head, and gently unfurled a slender, coiled tongue to tap the sweet speck! My heart fluttered with pure triumph—I just completed my very first official creature feeding ritual!