I’m fluttering
My delicate, fragile black and orange wings,
Attached to my furry, black, stick-like body,
My antenna wavering in the breeze
Tumbling, flittering, swooping,
Led by the wind,
Seeking sweet nectar
Finding a swan plant
Finally laying my precious egg,
The journey of life to begin again.
Room 15 enjoyed reading this poem because we have just been writing explanations about the Monarch butterfly. We thought it was an effective poem because of the powerful verbs and interesting adjectives.
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