The sun shines and glows
beating down upon a picture-perfect scene
Swarming by the thousands
A storm of orange and black
Here comes the army
Battle of the butterflies
Trees are their first victims
Leaves fall everywhere
Rustle rustle rustle
Their next victim is the graveyard
They come as if on a highway
pouring in like rush-hour traffic
A tornado in a flutter of wings
A returning supercell
Monarchs on a mission