Missing Monarch

I'm waiting for you

                                        butterfly

                              milkweeds are in bloom




MagiCicada 13


Nb minutes after I penned this I received my first royal visit. I just saw her lay an egg!
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Warlov Avatar
July 10, 2018 at 4:58 PM
when I saw the word Monarch I thought you were English and was visited by the queen I didn't get the metaphor when you said she laid an egg. don't we love the English... I mean the language...
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 11, 2018 at 8:08 AM
...the accents are awesome too ;) xomo
Krampe Avatar
July 5, 2018 at 6:09 PM
They better hurry :)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 6, 2018 at 7:36 AM
No kiddin ;) xomo
Man Avatar
July 5, 2018 at 4:40 AM
Maureen.. I can feel the anticipation!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 5, 2018 at 8:29 AM
I think she did too ;) xomo!
Warrior Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 6:25 PM
Butterflies are natures little angels...lovely haiku Mo...love & light...^WW^
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 7:26 PM
I think you may be right ;) xomo!
Adams Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 5:41 PM
I like this one. I've never seen that before in my life and I'm old as dirt!!!.....80
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 7:25 PM
I had never seen that before. And I even got to share it with a dear friend, she showed up moments after posting this, and gaped in awe with me as it lay eggs in plain sight before us. Magical! ;) xomo
Rose  Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 5:31 PM
Ah, butterflies are awe inspiring both for poets and artists alike
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 7:23 PM
Indeed! A couple years ago, late summer, I complied to a compulsion to sculpt a butterfly (had never) Lo the next morning I found a butterfly had been swept in the day before, resting three feet from where I sat. I took it outside to sun up and it flew away.
Gauthier Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 4:49 PM
The stars are aligned, Maureen. Beautiful.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 7:14 PM
Oh they seemed to this morning! Awe stuck. My dear friend showed up just after posting this, she watched with me as the Monarch laid four more eggs in plain sight. Will be cordoning off from the dogs ;) merci mon ami! xomo
Trifiatis Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 12:55 PM
Charming! Reminds me of my roof garden and its butterflies! So wonderfully done dearest, Maureen!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 1:24 PM
Why else would we keep flowers? ;) Those solar powered beauty incarnate. Love and hugs my friend, xomo!
Ashley Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM
I love your majestic haiku, Maureen. We too, grow milkweed for the butterfly royals.. you and I do share a love thing for winged things don't we..? :)) Warmest wishes my lovely.. ~Susan
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 7:09 PM
Yeah, stings too; the wasps were driving me nuts in the house last year so I started feeding them outside. Made everybody else nervous ;)
Ashley Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 1:45 PM
Lol! It’s a wonderful wonderland and a nurturing nursery for all things with wings and stings! :))
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 1:19 PM
We do!! I'm just waiting to get a complaint about my front bird/butterfly/bee garden, my wild globe thistles are seven feet tall! I think I better preempt with a plaque ;) and knowing I have eggs in my backyard milkweed patch, it's a nursery now! Thanks lovely! xomo <3
Cunningham Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 10:25 AM
They are beautiful insects for sure, love to watch them in summertime.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 4, 2018 at 1:22 PM
My heart was breaking with not having seen a single Monarch this year. Then literally minutes after I wrote this, she arrives. And to boot, my first time ever witnessing a female lay eggs. So excited. xomo!
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