Snake resting on my step -
a baked rock holding heat.
Neither he nor I
intending to move.
With a quick flick he’s gone;
a smooth stone slipping
across the pond.
Friday, September 06, 2019
snake poem
The poetry sisters are thinking about snakes this month, writing short poems comparing a snake to something new. Eight lines or less. Phew, that's a tough one! I don't normally like snakes, but I could right away think of a time a cute little baby garden snake surprised me on my front step. Here's my little poem -
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