The Monarch Egg
- One day I picked a fine bouquet
- Of wild milkweed flowers,
- Then pretty, purple, pink, perfumed
- To beautify the hours.
- But on a spray of greenery,
- Then on a milkweed leaf,
- I saw a tiny bit of white,
- If only but so brief.
- looked again to see an egg,
- Alone upon the frond,
- A tiny piece of living cell
- Which butterflies had bond.
- I watched this tiny bit of life,
- This simple little round;
- I watched this tiny egg turn dark
- And then a worm I found.
- Now a tiny little being
- A butterfly had laid;
- I watched it grow and grow and grow;
- I watched a monarch made.
- 'Twas dressed in black and white and gold,
- Most fitting for a king,
- But by and by he ceased to eat
- And to a leaf he'd cling.
- And then I watched his skin just split
- Before my very eyes;
- He changed into a chrysalid,
- A truly royal prize.
- But now gone was his black and white,
- Then traded for some green,
- And then the green was trimmed in gold,
- The finest that I had seen.
- A ring of brilliant golden jewels
- Adorned this royal prize;
- Now what could be more marvelous
- Than that before my eyes?
- I watched this tiny bit of life,
- This simple little round;
- I watched this tiny gem turn dark;
- I watched a thing profound.
- 'Cause then I saw his skin just split
- Before my very eyes;
- I saw a royal king emerge,
- Now born to rule the skies.
- Now what could be more marvelous
- Than that before my eyes:
- A pretty monarch butterfly;
- How easily it flies.
- G. Kittell
2001