Fresh from the cocoon
you wait for wings
to harden

Your weight is less
than one fifth of an ounce

How you survive
the two thousand mile journey

Remains a mystery—
fifty miles a day!

Most of your life is spent airborne,
each time you land to rest

Your enemies lurk—
spiders, cats, birds

You soar, and guided by the earth’s
magnetic field, you reach your destiny

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017