Helen could see them lifting into the air like vast white moths.

Little white moths were flying up from the long grass.

Recently, he says, there were white moths flying around his sofa.

It's cool out here, and the grass is full of little white moths.

In flight it looked like a huge, glorious white moth.

They were like little white moths, so delicate and restless.

She was in the center of the room, balanced like a huge white moth, her eyes quite dark now with their secrets quiet.

Her hand moved again, a sparkling white moth in the dim light.

"Have you seen a white moth with pale blue spots on its wings?"

Large white moths came out at night, their stings deadly.