And that’s how, as I walked up there a couple of days ago, I came across the devil.
Although distant, he caught my eye immediately. Why haven’t I seen him here before? I can only assume he is also a shape-shifter, his form ever changing as the wind and the rain and the sun sculpt his features each week, each month. But the moment I saw him, I recognized him, from this:
19th Century illustration
My photo below doesn’t do him justice but, believe me, he had perfect white eyes, small dark horns and the bulbous hindquarters of the Sabbatic goat. And then there's that whip - the way he was wielding that whip!
I walked around him very cautiously, and came home with my soul intact. Dare I go up there again tomorrow and see what has become of him, though? Perhaps by then he will have changed form once more, and all I’ll find is benign old broken tree stump sprouting a long, thin branch.
Bauhaus: Lagartija Nick