Medusa Distorted Dandelion

Medusa arrived like most dandelions All over the place with a bobbly head She was an anomaly, a work of art. She exuded a rareness; she was unique. I watched her fill up the dandelion patch. She overtook her sisters and brothers. A giant in their midst, Medusa was a catch. I lugged strangers into my yard to see her. She is no dandelion! Some would say. Then what is she? They would examine her. Some wanted to take her apart in dissection. I sent them packing. I stopped bringing strangers in to peer at her. I felt I had violated her trust enough already. The other dandelions started turning. I photographed proof of Medusa.