Curiosity flies like a moth

Curiosity flies like a moth,

Drifting through the night

Until its eyes are caught

By an intriguing glow.

And so it circles,

Around and around,

Cautious at first,

Then excitement swells.

Closer and closer,

The siren flame calls—

A brush with enlightenment,

And helpless, it falls.

Loralee De Young is a senior English Education major. She enjoys reading short stories and poems in her free time and even writes a few on occasion. Her favorite part of art is how it provides a path to think deeply about ideas one may not have considered before.