His Element

Oh, surely local forest wildlife will
take affront that this apparition of
clearly risible appearance considers
their natural habitat a haven for
the fantastically afflicted ... seeking
asylum from a world they inhabit
secretively to enter the forest garbed 
garishly frightening two little dogs 
with the unexpected encounter of an 
insult to their sensibilities, the man
wielding a pole in either hand eyes
glaring out of a hirsute countenance
chartreuse pixie-cap balanced atop
a silken shirt of psychedelic hue
over a protruding middle bulging
beyond flapping shorts beneath
which two spindly naked shanks
veer unsteadily on the snow-laden
trail where sturdy boots of winter
quality serve better purpose than the
twinkling shallow booties worn by
this latter-day recombination of a
Viking warrior and an Irish elf
obviously believing himself to have
discovered, at long last, his element.