The White Butterfly

Ah, butterfly,
I so like the whiteness
of your wings
pleasantly fluttering
in the warmth of Spring

but the grey cat’s caught you
taunted you
chewed you
as though you were toffee
as cats will do

one would think that with
the wisdom accumulated
in all his eight years
as a champion catcher of creepy crawlies
and feathered creatures
the cat would know
you are indigestible

but he didn’t
and he gasps all night
looking at me eyes innocent –
has he made the connection?

so, if it comforts you
up there in butterfly heaven
you have had your revenge
posthumous though it be

bye bye white butterfly