THE SCARY SNAKE



 
A snake in the grass is a scary thing,
But up close and personal is worse,
For if it's out of its proper place,
It very well could be in yours.
 
I must admit I don't like snakes,
Especially ... one on one,
So when I saw one on my patio,
I nearly came undone.
 
I almost went into shock,
When I saw that long black thing,
I didn't know what to do,
It was all so frightening..
 
The snake was ten feet long, at least,
Well ... perhaps ... I do exaggerate,
But, Lord knows, it was long enough
To make this old soul shake.
 
I was scared to death to move,
And was frozen to the spot,
I wondered had it seen me,
And prayed that it had not.
 
Such an unappealing, ugly thing,
And dangerous, too, I s'posed,
Nervously, I peeked at it,
And hoped its eyes were closed.
 
Oh my gosh!  I saw it move!
And I stepped back in fear,
 Though I was scared, I did not scream,
Unsure if snakes had ears.
 
Carefully, cautiously, I withdrew,
Inside my patio door,
Then I looked through my window pane,
And was just as frightened as before.
 
Yes, I was safe, but then I saw
Near the snake ... my little cat,
Unaware of the danger there,
She dozed in the sun where she sat.
 
I grabbed my trusty telephone,
Yes ... I would dial Nine-One-One,
But in my mind, I think I knew,
They most likely would not come.
 
Then I thought of my neighbor, Tom,
Who had been raised in the rural South,
Most southern men are used to snakes,
Vicious copperheads and cottonmouths.
 
Tom would know just what to do,
I prayed hard that he was home,
Then I felt safe and reassured,
When he picked up his telephone.
 
Well, Tom arrived with a sturdy stick,
With which to bash the snake,
Gingerly, he sneaked up on it,
"Dear God," I prayed, "Don't let it wake!"
 
Oh dear! I think it raised its head!
And was that its tail that twitched?
Or was my wild, frantic mind
Playing nasty tricks?
 
I saw my cat was watching Tom,
Fascinated with his stick,
So when Tom brought it down,
The cat assaulted it!
 
I mean the stick and not the snake,
Which had not even moved,
It lay still, as if asleep,
Unaware of its impending doom.
 
Like a new-found, favorite toy,
The cat would not release the stick,
She wrestled it away from Tom,
Who by now had given up on it.
 
Then Tom began to laugh,
As he reached down and grabbed the snake,
He twirled it high above his head,
Making me aware of my mistake.
 
My snake! My snake! My scary snake!
Was not a snake at all!
It was just a long, black, shiny belt,
Which now I clearly saw!
 
I warned Tom vehemently,
Never to reveal this tale,
Reminding him he, too, was spooked,
And to be assured he'd be blackmailed!
 
Therefore, we both agreed
Not to pass this story on,
So even though I did tell you,
I trust you won't tell Tom.
 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright August 2004
 

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