Writings by RoWithit

THE MONARCH BUTTERFLY

Monique, was a unique Monarch, she wanted to stay right where she was. She wanted to hang out with Moths, that fluttered, and danced, in the light. It looked like so much fun, she just had to stay and have some too she thought. “But we Monarchs’ must migrate, it’s what we always do. No one has ever thought to stay, we were not brought up that way. We do our transformations, our rejuvenating, then we fly out of here, with the wind of God under our wings. It’s okay if you don’t believe Me now, I know one day, you will some how.” Said her Mother.

Then day, after day, she would just play, and play, hoping the day would never come to decide. She thought if it did, she would try to hide. She would paint herself the colors, of the moths, and play with them forever, dancing, and fluttering under the bright lights. One day she heard the Moths all fluttering, muttering, and whispering, about the magic powers of the light, and the musical sounds, you can hear, whenever you got near it.

The colors would make your eyes adore, all the illuminating they explored, with colors shining everywhere. Monique thought, she definitely had to find a way, to be there. That’s the same time, she met Pierre, a Praying-mantis I fear. Well come to find out, he was a devout, vegetarian, to Monique’s delight, removing any doubt.

They became friends one day, when Monique needed cover, from a bird that had spotted her from above. Pierre said “Come under My Leaf roof. There’s enough room for you, and I don’t bite, as you know.” Monique was relieved to be unseen by the bird circling, and wanting to cause a scary scene. Well it turns out, Pierre is an artist, a painter, when she told him, her story, and how she wanted to paint herself. He said he would do it, even though it would be the first time doing anything like this.

He proceeded with a brush stroke here, there, even in her hair, turning her into the most beautiful Moth any of them had ever seen. With beautiful, browns, bright yellows, a touch of red, too, and white just at the top of her head, with her wings outlined in a velvet brown. “So beautiful, said Pierre. I didn’t truly believe, I could transform you, but there you are, My Dear, A Shining Star for sure.” Monique hurried off to the garden shed, with the beautiful moving colored lights, where the Moths had said, to go, that it was quite a show to behold.

So happy to be there she fluttered up to the light, and started dancing, and dancing, with unfettered delight. As she danced to the music, it would get louder, and louder, her heart started pounding, she started spinning around, so fast, she spun out of control, then got too close to the light, and burnt her wing, and she cried, as she fell to the ground.

The next thing she knew, it was the light of day, as she looked around, she could see, all the Moths that had been at play, the night before, were all sound asleep, till the creek, creek, creek, of the wooded, screen door, that suddenly slammed shut, waking everyone up.

Singleton, the little old man who came out of the house, shuffled his feet out to the porch, with a broom in hand, he started to sweep all of them off, with a swoop, over here, and another over there, they were rolling around, all over the ground.

It was amusing, but also dismaying, hoping no one was truly hurt, is what Monique was praying. But they one, by one, fluttered their way out of the sun, and off the ground, with moaning, and groaning, sounds, wondering where went the night, they all fluttered out of sight.

Monique went to Pierre, that day and asked if he could help remove all the paint, so she could become herself again? She told him she wouldn’t stay, that it’s very late, she has to hurry, because, that’s right, you guessed it, she decided to Migrate.

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By RoWithit 12/28/23

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