The Pedestrian

On this day, I sat outside at the cafe,

under a ceiling of a brilliant sky

which neither overwhelmed, nor betrayed the senses.

There I sat.....nursing my third latte,

when I noticed him.

He and his bright colors, and all...

..flashy dresser. How could I not notice him?

I believed him to be intoxicated.

The way he flittered his way

through the crowded array of tables...was so disruptive,

that it was calming, in a sort of way.

Then.....he must've decided to cross the street !

There was no reason for me to care one way or the other.

I had just laid eyes on him. But there I sat.....mesmerized.

He luckily blundered a good two-thirds into the street,

when disast-

-screech-

-splat-

He wound up on the hood of a brown Audi !

Stupid butterfly.