A butterfly rested a fragile leaf,
Wings of color beyond belief,
Swaying in rapture a marvel of sight,
Plucked, devoured, in just one bite.
Near and watchful hunting on a branch,
A tongue lashed out, an avalanche
And stole precious life by sabotage,
A chameleon in camouflage.
When a bird swooped in a crafty catch,
A wanted meal a cunning snatch,
Ate the chameleon as a proper prey
And I watched it all, today.
But from my window just down below
I spied a cat bellying low,
Just inching up on the bird in feed,
I pulled the shade to block the deed.
Reality is a terminus watch
And I'd say this called for a shot of scotch.