Bora born
Crack the whip _
Emerald green, blue flecked in a pattern trending
iridescent in full sun; creator's bow.
Seen in the metal dump two days prior, weaving
in the wind thrown up by the ztrac's blast of
debris, the whip snake in awe of noisy scents.
Two days it took to reach the shed through paddocks
grassed out in dandelion blooms' yellow carpet.
Workshop noise lures it onward into the breeze
of discontent, curiosity's lethal
injection into the shed beside the bed.
Senses tilt as he wakes from lunch's after
glow, the recliner chair tests a swivel base.
The visitor uninvited seems keen on
the bed, it's slender swaying head feet above
the concrete floor only meters from his feet.
In time the serpent finds higher ground up steel
portaled metal shelves under a warm sun roof.
Time for the shot gun, this visitor's coming
to stay, the roomy central heated nest like
possy sent a message no snake could refuse.
The hoped for bird shot had skipped a few numbers
when the 12 guage let go it's lethal cargo.
The nine balls of joy took the head and the hole
you could drive a fist through on to pepper spray
the dome patterned out with a story to tell.
And so it goes, the serpent's short stay ensconced
in verse a new witness to it's sad demise.
Life with deadly beauty drawn by what if's to
a spirit world serpents spake in ancient lore
the viper born of beauty, trust is no more.
- O -
© 11th mar 2021 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes and media are here.
iridescent in full sun; creator's bow.
Seen in the metal dump two days prior, weaving
in the wind thrown up by the ztrac's blast of
debris, the whip snake in awe of noisy scents.
Two days it took to reach the shed through paddocks
grassed out in dandelion blooms' yellow carpet.
Workshop noise lures it onward into the breeze
of discontent, curiosity's lethal
injection into the shed beside the bed.
Senses tilt as he wakes from lunch's after
glow, the recliner chair tests a swivel base.
The visitor uninvited seems keen on
the bed, it's slender swaying head feet above
the concrete floor only meters from his feet.
In time the serpent finds higher ground up steel
portaled metal shelves under a warm sun roof.
Time for the shot gun, this visitor's coming
to stay, the roomy central heated nest like
possy sent a message no snake could refuse.
The hoped for bird shot had skipped a few numbers
when the 12 guage let go it's lethal cargo.
The nine balls of joy took the head and the hole
you could drive a fist through on to pepper spray
the dome patterned out with a story to tell.
And so it goes, the serpent's short stay ensconced
in verse a new witness to it's sad demise.
Life with deadly beauty drawn by what if's to
a spirit world serpents spake in ancient lore
the viper born of beauty, trust is no more.
- O -
© 11th mar 2021 _ Ian James Daniel
Author's notes and media are here.
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