So I see a thing, a green beatle landed on my desk.
I heard it buzzing right before it crash landed into the art box.
There it was trotting back and forth with all six of its legs.

March, march, march he did.

With its heavyish lime green shell, a bowl turned upside down with red lines running along the curve, the color lines rained from the top to bottom and spilled away the elements; or was continuations of the elements around.
Without breaking the visual flow of the surrounding greener vegetations, the hints of color appeal, through the various plant lives of his realm, would be in perfect tune.

But now, this beatle, was squatting on the corner of a small black box. Everything about it shouted,

..Look at me, I crashed landed on your desk,
aren't
I
eye
catching...