the city parks seem to sprout loads of these.
all sorts of colours, sizes, shapes. all asleep in the sun.
probably because they like to show off, and it is warm, and they prefer not to be noticed by a lot of people, and it is impossible to show one is independent if there is nobody to be independent from.
because when they wake, their remaining eye is full of malevolant green fire. they are nobody’s pets, these ones.
they are match for the voracious rodents of this city, winning carnivorous battles in places my human mind does not reach. i respect them.
