Three Monarchs Hatched in a Storm

Three Poincare potentates with a strange attraction
Their Mandlebrot wings up, and out of action,
Their tropical cousins whorled wings flapped
and fluttered once, twice, thrice,
and winds whirled and waters rushed
as a cascade of bifurcations played
Born today and yet they stayed
in triangular rigidity, a trinity
of fractional dimensionality
The three wise men of Orions Belt
Feeling wind, the rain they smelt
The order that this chaos brings
The stilling of their royal wings.