Wednesday, March 16, 2022

118°

 

 

It slithers through the desert

past cactus rock and brush

cross long forgotten riverbeds

flowing now with dust,

It coils in the sunshine

and awaits unknowing feet

be careful where you step my friend

the poor thing has to eat.

Its fangs are long and pointy

Its tongue gives but a flick

even if you jump away

you’ll never be that quick

It strikes you from a distance

It’s poisonous for sure,

you’ll curse the day

you went that way

your vision it will blur,

In agony you’ll wallow

on blistering sand you’ll lay

your breath now short and hollow

forever there you'll stay.









 

 

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