Following the Sun - Mirah

Oh, these ragged wings

Oh, these papery things

Ah but strong am I

I can fly and fly

I’m the king, am I

Earthly winds I ride for miles and miles

I’ve been biding time

At the over-wintering site

Where the firs are fine

And the mountains high

The winter months we like

This habitat for us is perfectly designed

Lepidopterists are pleased

Know it took them years to find me

In nineteen seventy-five

Discovery arrived

In Mexico the prize

This is where we hide

But still you wonder why

We are so dramatically inclined

To live this migratory life

Lives like ours rely

On seasonal plants which die

And soil gets too dry

And sunlight does grow nigh

We travel 'til we find

A host by which our darling hatchlings will survive

A green tender shoot

Asclepiads bloom

Fragrant firework

Cardenolides usurp

Aposematics work

Assiduously we searched

And though it won’t be me

My progeny will surely see

Their return to the prairies