and then.

First, a distant hint.
Of off-yellow. And round.
Wasn’t put there on purpose,
I don’t think.
Moving images. Of sorts.
— — —
Then it’s a flower.
Saturated as a bud can be.
Adorning the lush undergrowth.
Deep as black.
— — —
Then it’s an eye.
Embarrassingly inquisitive.
A single sustained sound.
A shriek.
A blueish sigh of frustration.
Leaves underfoot shuffling.
Wet once, now fragile.
— — —
And then an ostrich — the neck.
Dirt brown and stretched long.
As suggested
against the faded green.
— — —
And then nothing.
It was out of the frame.
Gone.
A loop, perhaps?