Troll

As I sit here pondering the troll. I wonder what it is thinking sitting on its knoll. Or up upon its rock watching the Minos in the creek pass by. She sits adoring her queendom, a pleasant tranquil beast. With inner beauty that runs so deep so that us mere aliens could spend a lifetime to seek. The troll is an elusive creature, so complex, so divine. That I wonder if I will ever know how to penetrate its mind. I want to explore its world, see things from her eyes but that is something I do not know if I could ever surmise. So I will continue to hunt the troll until the end of time or at least until the day that I can call it mine.