Bethany Linkous

I Am Poem

RE 5130

I am a bright orange Monarch Butterfly.

I wonder when I need to migrate south again.

I hear the sound of a chainsaw and thunder roaring in the distance.

I see bright flowers begging for me to visit.

I want to taste their sweet nectar.

I am a bright orange Monarch Butterfly.

I pretend to be in a vast meadow filled with flowers.

I feel a drop of rain on my wing.

I touch the grass softly with my legs.

I worry about the long migration ahead of me.

I cry when I see humans taking away my land.

I am a bright orange Monarch Butterfly.

I understand and am glad that I am poisonous to my predators.

I say that I am the queen of the insect world.

I dream that I would live a longer life.

I try to find a butterfly garden in which to fly.

I hope for humans not to destroy my habitat.

I am a bright orange Monarch Butterfly.