Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Winging It

In New York state, I broke my wing.
I figured I would soon be dead.
But then happened a saving thing.
Some humans found me; kept me fed.
With cardboard splint and cement glue,
They got my wing to fully mend.
In short time, I was good as new.
But due to the cold weather trend,
I could not make my trip in time.
So they found a trucker who would
Take me south to a warmer clime,
Where I could fly home. I could.

This butterfly's now on the go
For the winter in Mexico.