with every move.
unite, coalesce, close ranks.
garish against grey-mauve petals.
they arise in unison
whoosh high into a nearby oak,
disappear briefly in the foliage,
and quickly move further on
to the next tree
and the next,
newly ready for flight
The monarch retains his flowery throne below,
and a solitary rabbit twitches in the grass,
forepaws aloft, nose aquiver.
Kim Kishbaugh is a journalist turned writer/editor living just outside Chicago. Her poetry has been published at Escape into Life and goodbaad poetry journal, and she blogs occasionally at kkish.net.