Throw out a book
Open to an ink-blotted page
Looks like a bird;
A butterfly;
A man with a screwdriver fixing a hole where the rain gets in.
Where will it go?
Red carpet rolling out of a scaly green mouth. The chameleon steals it away and slips away to his tree to find it cut down by an axe with a man.
Where will it go?
A white feather is all that remains as the scales are swept away by an agent of the wind.
Where does it all go?
To the ground?
To the sky?
Greed has come and gone; taking with him all that is left.