I watch the snake whiskfully weave across the grass.
Slowly its wire body bends side
to side, like a paper clip bent outta
shape; it hovers across the green grass
on the lawn.
I am captivated by its motion, right and
left and right and
left again, as it grows larger, fleeing vanishing points
and all else behind it.
I am mesmerized be the dance and entranced
by the slow, simple rhythm; it smiles, flashing a gleam
of white, I am delighted --
struck! snagged by the serpentine tooth!
I fall to the ground, like a paper clip bent outta
shape; I sink into the green grass
on the lawn.
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