Day 78

The dragonfly it ran away But it came back with a story to say.
Her dirty paws and furry coat, She ran down the forest slope.  
The forest of talking trees, They used to sing about the birds and the bees.


Whenever I think about trains, cars, ships and planes
I find myself wondering if this need to move to live is 
just some human pecularity or not.

Ok, animals migrate, even thousands of kilometers,
crossing entire continents following their natural instinct
- whenever human beings don't destroy this circle -
but this is a well-known fact that we all have been studying on colorful maps
during primary school. 

I was looking for a greater sign,
and the answer is Monarch Butterflies.
It is pure poetry to me that with a weight of maximum 0. 80 grams,
 and orange and black patterned wings measuring 8.9–10.2 cm,
these aerial creatures cover distances which are unimaginable :
every year they migrate to wamer climates that are more than 2,500 miles away
(and every year they do the other way round).
But no buterfly lives as long as to complete the entire round trip :
female monarchs lay eggs for the next generation during these migrations.
But Canada, The Rocky Mountains and all the way to California and Mexico,
through Texas and Oklahoma,
did not satisy their instinct.
Monarch Butterflies took the currents that cross the Atlantic Ocean
and landed in Bermuda Islands, New Zealand and Australia,
where they are known as....wanderers.