The Cat and The Butterfly

I sat down next to the old tree.
Feeling the hard bark against my back and the white rocks on my butt.
I was watching the scene unfold before my eyes.
I wish I had my camera.

The cat was sitting in the shadows of all the flowers.
He wasn't in them. He was below them, in the shade.
He was on the sidewalk
watching all the butterflies.
He was silently stalking them
as if he were a lion stalking some prey.

The Monarch Butterflies looked like they were in heaven.
Fluttering from purple flower to purple flower.
From purple flower to red flower
unaware of the black, white, and brown cat with
piercing green eyes like a black board with a burst of fluorescent color.

I was watching the cat. The cat was watching the butterflies, and
the butterflies were in their rainbow heaven in a colorful flower garden.
Nature in its truest form.

The cat stared at me for a few seconds before going back to his butterfly hunt.
I take one last look and
he is in full attack mode
ready to pounce yet again.

But
the butterflies fly to the other part.
It looks as if they are playing a game with their predator.

I leave as the cycle continues.
Enjoying my luck
that I
got to see something so pretty.