A Weed In a Well Kept Garden

There, my eyes fixed on the yellow paving stone. Amongst a slightly tangled dandelion leaf is a little purple demon staring back at me. Just stood casually as the suns rays continue to bounce vividly off the heated ground. I notice those pointed eyes all sharp and looking frightened, that I might disrupt his peaceful unity with the warm breeze. I won't, but I'll remain enchanted by such presence. His gold earrings reflect many colours of the passing day, as they appear all the way up those elongated ears. A tiny ruby shines from a chain around his neck and there I see the hour glass dangling unthreateningly. The indents of aged muscle mould above his chest bone to form perfect pectorals. On each tiny nipple is another hoop; only, they are bronze in appearance, almost wilting in their achingness. I'm overwhelmed as I thought I recognised the curling of his mouth, a smile for me. I smile back uncertain if he would think I am afraid. Then his sharp ivory teeth poke out and I know I have done a good thing. The greens of his emerald eyes enlighten the evilness, he just wants fresh air from the summers sky as I do. A tail slivers like a python in the air with a triangular form at its end. His nails look dangerous on the edges if his twig like fingers. But I do not feel them piercing my soul. For his hour glass is not pouring any golden sand on this day, no. So I watch him leave and I am left to thoughts about a small world with the beetles, flies and mice. I find myself then laughing at such mythical fantasies.