Did you hear it?
The thought shot through my mind: snake.
Cold scales warming in the sun,
a ribbon of bright green — but
I didn’t quite see it. Just the flash
of its tail.
When I look up,
there’s something else too.
They are quiet, holding soft power
while they study me, ready to spring
away. Next, a sudden flash
of white tails.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written any poetry. If you like it, let me know. Say hello. =)
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