Dubrovnik, Part II: The Wolrd is Quiet Here

The world is quiet here, only interrupted by the sound of the bronze bells coming from the tower above. They chime every hour, but not loudly.

A cat enjoys the touch of cool marble, sitting underneath a column. A stone lion watches her from above.

Here, the heat of the Mediterranean sun almost fades away. Sparrows sit on the branches of a tree, its pink flowers beginning to bloom. A fruity scent fills this ancient space. The birds are always watchful, making sure that the cat really sleeps and is not pretending.

They fly from tree to tree in the courtyard of the cloister. They flap their wings, flying from an olive tree to an orange tree, its leaves glowing green underneath the sun. The birds pick insects from its marigold fruits.

The cat, her fur white speckled with dots of orange lifts her head, observing the birds with her green eyes. She yawns, revealing razor sharp canines but they pose no threat to the birds today. She has eaten and it’s too hot a day to hunt. Maybe tonight.

But for now, the birds are safe. They fly and hop from tree to tree, always watchful but content that today they can enjoy a peaceful time.