New Poem: "What Wings?"

As I sat at my desk in my home office, I felt the Muse tickle my brain.  Inspiration came in the form of a pair of white moths that I spied across the street flitting in my neighbor's yard.  I began thinking about moth wings and how dusty they are.  This (naturally?) led to wondering if faerie wings had faerie dust.  The poetry easily flowed from there.