Facinating Nature

There are two little birds outside my office window. Both are fighting for the rights to torture the cricket that is limping about in circles between them. Each bird is intent on getting the cricket, but their attention is divided between the task at hand and keeping an eye out for the competition. Soon, the cricket is forgotten as they begin their squabble over who has the right of way. The cricket hops into the bushes to nurse his wounds or to die, but the birds have been distracted enough to lose sight of what it is they were there for in the first place. As they continue to squawk at each other, feathers ruffled, here comes the neighbor's cat... intent with a single purpose - no distractions allowed. He is on a mission to catch his morning snack. Should it be the sparrow or the larger mocking bird? At the last minute, both birds stop their fussing long enough to see the danger that is lurking behind the tree. Damn that tail, it gave him away. The only salvation for the birds is their ability to fly. And the cricket is dead, the birds are still hungry, and the cat, well - the cat has decided to take advantage of the morning sun and has stopped to clean himself.