BUTTERFLY
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