The Garden
I stopped and stared. It
was humongous. It was shaped like a pot, with human legs sticking out of it.
The yellow eyes were looking straight at me. I could not stop looking at the
legs. They were striped with green, red and blue paint. What would a sculpture
like this be doing in a garden? The sculpture seemed to tell a message, though
I failed to find what the message was. It seemed out of place. I noticed the
markings on the pot, they were designs. I felt strange looking at it. I grabbed
my bag, and walked away.