Rooftop butterflies
Oh precious skies
Red, white and blue
Angels flew
Rooftop butterflies
Oh sad eyes
Monarchs in our skies
Ancient but so few
They disappear
Now human tears
Rooftop butterflies
Oh precious skies
Prophets knew
They disappear
Now God’s tears
Save our souls
Save our souls
Chemicals, pesticides
Going against the rain
Bringing acid rain
And tumors on the brain
Mother Nature
Help us
Caterpillars save us
Seeking nectar
From soup bowls
Cleanse our minds
Kick our behinds
Get tough on man
They seem to erase
Monarchs from the human race
Butterfly Symphony
Stained glass wings
My heart sings
Bibles and preachers
And biology teachers
Butterfly Sunday
Resurrected like a prophet
This Viceroy
Is Heaven’s toy
Butterfly Sunday
Finding a sweet solution
Like a drunk—
Not diabetic
Nor zoonotic
Peeking at Bible scriptures
Butterfly Sunday
Like a dove
On Noah’s Ark
Sits on branches
Her soul just perks
Butterfly Sunday
Monarch Mini-Poems
Gold, black & green
Colorful butterflies
A caterpillar dreams
Rise above
Monarchs fly to the mountains
Heaven’s gates and
Crystal fountains
Chasing butterflies
With net in hand
This must be the Promised Land
Eternal blue
Eternal youth
Flap your wings
Caterpillar soul song
Breath of fresh air
Like peppermint
A cat stopped to yawn
Monarch soul to pawn
I’m not ready to die yet
Sweet juice
The young butterfly
Did an erotic dance
Near some tomato plants
The Intellectual
Reading Robert Frost
The Monarch thinks
Like a writer—
A soul not lost
Reading Emily Dickinson
The Monarch thinks
And is a fighter
Mother Nature winks
Reading Walt Whitman
The Viceroy blinks
A natural imposter
As a hypocrite scoffer
Two wonderful butterflies
But one of them
Genetically lies
Let us just forget the games
Mother Nature’s fortune and
fame
Oh wonderful skies
We don’t care about lies
And the bitter taste of
butterflies
Let us just enjoy
Butterfly kisses
A real treat from Heaven
Amazing Grace and bliss
Butterfly Leaving Home
He kissed everyone goodbye
Packing his little suitcase
This bird has to fly
Generation of pain
Generation of gain
Through turbulent rain
This bird has to fly
Empty nest now…
Over rooftops and chimneys
Over church steeples
Above clouds
Amongst the American people
This bird has to fly
He kissed everyone goodbye
And packed his suitcase
This bird has to fly
And one day he will die
Tell mommy and daddy goodbye
External Butterfly Anatomy 101
Antenna
Thorax
Compound eye
Red, white and blue
Milkweed
Caterpillars
Proboscis
Head & legs
Abdomen
Forewing
God sings
Milkweed
Caterpillars
Wing veins
Hindwing
Forewing
God sings
Palpi
Milkweed
Caterpillars
Red, white and blue
Fill me with eternal skies
And Monarch butterflies
Monarch Baptism
Through algae lined portholes
Upon a ship of gopher wood
Aiming for eternity
Noah’s animals and fleas
A butterfly was baptized
Noah declared, “Sins
forgiven,”
Even the caterpillars were
jealous
Clean hearts and souls
One-hundred fifty days of rain
It was the fall of man
The wickedness of man
And a grieved God
Blueprint for destruction
For an earth with an evil sod
A butterfly was baptized
Emerging from a crystal green
cocoon
Like an emerald in the sun
Mature with angel wings
The Monarch butterfly sings
Above the earth and given
A spiritual birth
The butterfly sings, “Clouds
of glory,”
Now this butterfly will never
die
Riding with chariots in the
sky
And all creatures praised God
(Psalm 150:6)
Grandma’s Farm Sanctuary
An old tractor
Vroom, vroom
Bald tires and its
Almost noon
The smell of manure
Never bothers the veterinarian
But the students run in fear
Moans, barks and grunts
Cows with big rear ends
Crowd the old barn
Grandma wipes her hands
Oh that old checkerboard apron
Mahogany spots, black spots
Geographic looking cows
Like maps painted on their
souls
A greasy crow bows to grandma
As if she is a prophet
Butterflies get a taste of
honey
Apple cider is fresh for a
while
Grandma enjoys canning
And watches the butterflies
landing
This is a sanctuary away from
the city
A place worn and
Nitty gritty
You wear overalls here
Grandma never displays
Her tears
Monarch Sunday
Something about Sunday
Calm, easygoing, the smell of
pancakes
Bacon and eggs
Proud to be an American
The Bible will be open
Babies will cry
Monarchs fly
High up in the sky
Eternal blue of youth
Never ending sunsets
Amazing Grace
Caterpillars with angel wings
From worms to airplanes
Taking responsibility
Doing things economically
Biological and ecological
Monarch Sunday
