You wait for me with your twig wings
A deceptively pretty name? Or are you a prehistoric monster?
You are unmoved by the wind, unruffled, strong as a tree trunk.
Animal, vegetable or mineral?
Wood or skin?
He was scared of moths but this one was different. His son found it beautiful so he’d decided to take a different perspective, standing in the shoes of another.
Ever since he’d read about Gregor, the idea of metamorphosis appalled him. We all change he told himself but nightmares of flies and men kept him ever fretful.
Emmelina sounded OK but monodactyla was oppressive a disease shaped dinosaur stalking his dreams.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2016