. . . sprang from a doodle sketch, a bat dropping. The more I looked at the beast, the more I wanted to bring it to life. I kept thinking what a fearsome creature this would be, all those sharp legs and claws ripping at you, the teeth snapping at your face and throat.
Someone said he would hate to be in my head. That’s okay; it’s pretty crowded in there already.
I will leave another dropping. Perhaps one day, this creature will “live” as well.