by Sandra S Corona
Monday, December 29, 2003
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Ripples silently writhe on the gravel
slithering with diamonds on the back rack.
Hissing, I coil with my tongue darting back.
What a barren road for one to travel.
My ears perk up . . . listen for the rattle;
I need pure silence--no one to tattle--
as I slither onto a boulder,
hide in the shade. Iím feeling colder.
Give me a stone that stays really hot,
feed me a mouse with no signs of rot.
When Iím feeling fine I will slither
Iíll tease you with looks of Ďcome hither,í
and give you a Ďone-of-a-kindí squeeze.
Youíll double over . . . fall on your knees;
though you feed me I am caged and riled.
Far from a normal pet . . . Iím still wild.
Look at me, you'll see Iíve opened wide;
the next thing youíll see is deep inside.
Snakes have no loyalty . . . but coil, die.
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Well I witnessed such an attack more than once....Boa and a hare...magnificent!!
Even a saw a snack killing an impala...it swallow it whole from the back legs...until only the horns are sticking out...and just lay there until it falls off....then the boa will swallow the rest!!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|wow! this is excellent! the one-eyed monster has a mind of is own ...|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
THis is a very evocative poem!
I like it!