Research Poem

Michoacan Treasure In Danger Of Extinction

Any life of mine

Lives by flying and

Living off of plants

Migrating is also a part of what I do

Only if people knew,

Not knowing where to go is

A big part of

Relocating to a new home,

Cold weather

Haunts me

But only by

Using my antennae I can

Tell what

Temperature is warmer than the

Eerie weather that

Reaches low as 55 degrees

Fahrenheit,

Liking to pollinate

Is a downside to creatures like me,

Everyday I’m at risk of dying

Since most plants are filled with parasites

Ahold of it, in me, is like mites

Relying on my instinct can only help me not reach

End

Anywhere I go I try to blend

Looking like this gives bits of help

Many people want to kill me

Only to

See

The tiny parts of me

Dazzling, is what people may say I look like

Even though

All of me is almost

Dead