stinging of the scorpion

last noon as i was enjoying my lunch
and engrossed in taste, below that table
gently her tail bending, an ugly scorpion stung me!

beast, then walked back a few steps and smiled
even as i suffered with pain so excruciating

friends across the table abundantly sympathized
with me now in stiff soreness, not daring
to bend and kill, or stamp with boot foot
the monster that hurt, earlier, my friend too!

henry victor 22.11.2005

Note: Photograph here is a craft, a creative imagination of Isaac Justin Victor, my eight-year-old grandson!