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She lay on her side on the pavement. When we found her, she had already been flapping in vain for hours, baking in the unseasonable heat.
My mother-in-law had planted milkweed in the hope of attracting Monarchs. And it had worked. The butterflies came and fluttered about for days. They lay eggs that hatched into larvae that were eaten or disappeared.
But one was different. She had found her way onto a wall where she had spun a chrysalis and had hung silent until this morning when a beautiful wet winged Monarch had emerged.
During the day, though, something had gone wrong. Her wings were not tucked properly and she could not fly.Sponsored
I considered how if given a chance, in her own short life she could accomplish more, proportionally, than I ever would. She would travel unimaginable distances, buffeted by wind and rain and smoke toward a destination she had never known.
We stopped what we were doing and picked her up and nestled her in some milkweed. She allowed us to reset her wing. She clambered weakened, her wings now erect. We left her in the garden shade.
By the evening she had died.
Saddened, I sat in the warm dark. I thought of this fragile miracle that survives less often than not. These gossamer things journey the length of the Americas. The Monarch is not a butterfly. She’s a system, comprised of wing, and plant and wind and temperature and even ourselves. And when the system works, the migration, the annual improbable pulse of life continues. And that pulse is now threatened. But like her, we still have to try, I thought. We have to stop. We have to observe. We have to listen.
With a Perspective, this is Andrew Lewis.
dear andrew, what a beautiful piece you have written. i love how you use the word “system”. i have been collecting people’s stories about encounters with wild creatures. may i please add this to the collection? and, if i use it in a book about art and animals (insects, etc.) on which i am working, i would, of course, check with you. i feel as though your telling of the story cups the spirit of the butterfly. judy
Of course Judy, thank you. 😌
I love your word “system”. It encompasses how interconnected all of it is. I just sent off a email newsletter about my art and a similar subject: about a Tiger Moth. I enjoy your blog. I just want to let you know. I live just up the road from you. (The neighbor that met that badger near your house.) Natural beauty, and stories inspire my artwork If you are interested in my version of this subject matter, sign up for my newsletter on my website emiliemunsch.com I will make sure to send it to you.
Awww, thank you Emelie. I’ll visit your website right now. 🙂