The Black Cat and the Butterfly

The little black cat with eyes of olive green, Her fur like a shadow with a sunshine sheen, A flutter of his orange wings carries that monarch in the breeze, As he mimics an autumn leaf floating around with great ease, He feels right at home in a cloudless sky of baby blue, The endless joys the two share together can never subdue, Gladly that butterfly comes every afternoon just to say hello, As she becomes lost amongst the lavender and daffodil yellow, Her pink nose gently sniffing the bud of the white rose, As our curiosity and need to explore in nature only grows, Blooms are nevermore gorgeous as in the warm month of May, All the troubles in our worlds are now distant memories today, We have have been friends forever, and I'm really not sure why, I'm just happy to have the sunshine and that little butterfly, All of a sudden the orange monarch lands down on her paw, And her bright green eyes open and widen with pure awe, The butterfly teases her, he knows how to enchant, She jumps up and tries to fly like him, but she can't, As the monarch chases the sunset with the fading day, The little black cat cries and wishes for him to stay. For my friend Gregory Curry, aka Nature Boy... Your poetry and your presence are missed here already... Hope you come back soon :) Also inspired by Eve's recent contest, not an entry.