He landed on a painting…
A fresh painting…
A shitty painting (but this is besides the point)….
His spindly little black legs sinking into
The greens, the golds and the yellows…
And eventually the black (the colour he personally contributed to the composition).
He was doomed the moment he entered the room
And started to circle my unopened paint bottles.
*** Little bugger was spying on me the whole time I was making a delicious paint mess. Perv. But don’t worry… he didn’t really die on my painting. I was just indulging my more sadistic fantasies I suppose… gulp…. That… and he was really annoying. ***