among the
dead grassesss,
crunchy leavesss,
withered ssscrub.
I am minding
my own
busssinesss
sssoaking up
the sssun,
basssking in
the heat.
Then I feel
them...
thud, thud, thud
- the legged onesss -
coming clossser...
THUD, THUD, THUD!
I ssslip,
I ssslither,
I ssslink
away.
But ssstill
they
ssscream,
"Snake!"
Disssgusssting.
Many thanks to M Michelle's spotlight poet this month is the incomparable Laura Shovan . Laura issued a challenge to write persona poems this month. Click HERE for more details. You up for a challenge?
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