The Monarchs play in their butterfly way
Counting the days by the angle of the sun
'Til time to gather with the parting wave
Of myriad Monarchs on their Mexico run....
Gathering in twos and threes and fours
Until in untold manifold numbers amassed
Filling a vacuum nature never abhors
Colors galore by nature unsurpassed....
Akin to an alien army readying its attack
Whirling, spiraling and circling all about
Color consisting mainly of yellow and black
In shades so loud, one can hear them shout...
They turn, then wheel and turn and spin
Across a lepidopteran crowded cloudless sky
It will be months before we see them again
When springtime once again approaches nigh....
