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.