He trudged towards me
in too big a shoe and tee
he stopped next to my chair
and looked at my tinted hair.
It was in a spur of the moment
my character needed adornment
And with his black beetle eyes
and tiny lips still showing signs
of the meal he had a while ago
he frowned like it’s embargo.
Then with hands on his hips
and a stern look over specs
“Stop playing and go for dinner!”
ordered my four-year-old brother.
The Chaos Within 