she appears to be alone

what is that

purple

and blue, crimson and green

little

slithery

thing

at the threshold

of my door

slipping

through the cracks

of metal and wood.

it appears

to be

a dinosaur

from another age,

shrunken

into

a reasonable size, cute

if not

adorable

in some strange way.

he's quick,

or she is, hard to be sure

without

a magnifying glass.

it appears

to be alone

despite its beauty. but

aren't we all,

sometimes?