Grinning at a Snake

I'm grinning at a little snake,

who nearing death decides to take

a twist, a turn, a bend, a tweak

around a long protruding beak.

Frustration fills the entrapped bird;

he's hindered ~ stopped ~ says not a word,

and as the snake says last goodbyes,

he's laughing into angry eyes.

The incensed crane is so confused,

he feels affronted and misused...

then, as the snake goes through death's door,

he traps the fiend forevermore.

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#52
September
2024

I just had to comment on this ~ through poetry. What a dilemma!

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