A Monarch Butterfly

A monarch butterfly flew past.
I wondered if it was the last
‘Cause they are disappearing fast;
Our world will be much grimmer.

For climate change and pesticides,
Plus loss of habitats besides
Means we are taking giant strides
To make our days much dimmer.

These orange beauties did appear
Like clockwork every single year.
Their loss should make us shed a tear,
With hope, a measly glimmer.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Rigoler Avatar
August 10, 2022 at 9:11 PM
Where I live, Ilene, late August and September are the arrival times for monarchs. In past years they were in the thousands feeding off the nectar of beach goldenrods and filling their fuel tanks for the long trip to Mexico. Thw one sad thing about their arrival are those nasty ladies who go around collecting them to make their "butterfly collages"! / Maurice
Krutsinger Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 10:50 PM
I used to have monarchs all around in summer, this summer, I have had none. I am shocked.
Andresen Avatar
July 30, 2022 at 3:49 AM
- The earth... a wonderful gift we have been given, Ilene ... humans should be shamed ... - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Leffanta Avatar
July 29, 2022 at 6:29 PM
I remember when they were as thick as locusts in the air! Not much chance of this generation seeing but a few. At least some have found refuge in Hawai'i, where flocks of bulbuls feed on them! Enjoyed your poem, and thoughts, Eileen! Aloha!
Wolf Avatar
July 29, 2022 at 1:45 PM
Never fear! Monarch bots are here! Oy! Ugh! NOT THE SAME, are they?! Your message resonates, Ilene.
Slaughter Avatar
July 29, 2022 at 1:22 PM
Good one, Ilene. I didn't know that the monarch is on the endangered list. What a terrible thought that one day the only fauna on this planet will be the human kind. Butterflies are the only insect I don't mind having one land on me.
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