A Poem A Day

The snake

He slithers through the grass
Minding his own business

A perfect day for
A snake

The sun is shining
And he's basking in the light

Slithers up to the bridge
To take a well deserved suntanning session

The stream rolls lazily
Like him

Mr. Snake hears voices
But does not care

And then suddenly
A giant peach colored thing

Reaches down
And grabs the snake

By the neck
Which hurts

And he is writhing
And squirming

And he is lifted into he air
And carried

For a very long time
Very fast

Very high
Over the ground

And then
There is blue

He is angry
Tries to escape

But blue is hard
And smells bad

So he coils into a pretzel
And waits

People look at him
Man tries to pick him up again

But he bites
And man stops

And then there is no blue
But green grass

But the grass
Is not his grass

And there isn't the brook
His brook

And there isn't the bridge
His bridge

And he slithers away

So, I wrote this poem today, remembering when my dad went for a bike ride in the woods and b
Fought home this snake for me. His picture is above. And we looked at it for awhile and then we let it go into our backyard. I don't know why I wrote it, I just sorta felt bad for Mr. Snake.