Fresh from the cocoon
you wait for your wings
to harden

You weigh less
than one fifth of an ounce

How you survive
the two thousand mile journey

is a mystery—fifty miles a day!
Your life is spent airborne

each time you land
enemies lurk—
spiders, cats, birds

You soar,
guided by the earth’s magnetic field,
thus arrive at your destiny

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017