Over Winter: A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

Monarch migration, a round-trip sensation
Criss-crossing the nation
Through heartland waystations
Bound for salvation, down Mexico way
A sway, a flutter, a lift
A shimmering cloud adrift
Headed south in the fall
The primordial call of recalling
Those mountains, those trees
Collective memories of the Oyamel canopy
A panoply of autumn hues
Cues them to muster their strength
To cluster in windblown flanks
Their aposematic ranks repel the predatory blackbirds, bluebirds
The shrewd birds, hip to the trick
Of the Monarch schtick
Their toxic wings of sunset glory
Bring no gastronomical delight
No reason to employ the beak for a bite
So, on they go
Slow and sailing
Never a flail, never flailing
To their mountain top backdrop
The clock is set
At nature’s behest, comes the months-long rest
Barely a shudder, nary a stir
They settle in
Over winter.