The Flies and The Butterflies

I sat out in the garden hoping for a reprieve

A moment of solitude and beauty to fill my soul

I was greeted by the buzzing of flies

Their pesky noise and unsanitary habits

I sat down by a favourite plant

The flies persisted

And I smelt the unwelcome odor of what the neighbors cat had left in the garden the night before

I got up to leave

My place of beauty was not so refreshing today

And then I saw it

The flutter of little orange wings

A group of three small beautiful butterflies flitting about on the plants

They were not deterred by the cats unwelcome gift

Or the pesky flies

They kept on doing what they know to do

To bring beauty and a lifting of spirits wherever they go

And then I realised that I could see the flies or the butterflies

Both were there

But I had a choice where to put my attention