Diamondback Lament

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By: Wayne Brown

 

A warm rock to pass the night

Away from view or step

Tomorrow it’s back to the hunt

To find a bit of nourishment

Then off to sleep the heat  of day

For night back to this warm rock of flint

 

 

The sand burns hot on my sliding belly

The sage and brush hide my wobbled path

There’s a prairie dog den over past the vine

Tasty little critters but quick they are

On a good day their furry ass is mine

 

 

My finery is adored with stylish diamonds

Head long down to the tail

It fits me skin-tight and mixes ever so well

I keep a little shaker at my alerted call

To warn the crazy fools

Cross my path, to my bite you will fall

 

 

You may not care much for me

There are few who really do

My presence will elevate your fears

My gift will stop hearts so strong

It best you stay quite clear

My patience will rattle only so long

 

 

 

If you and I should meet

Should we tangle in the night

If you come and cross my line

Say a pray to God then kiss your ass

The venom will make you mine

 

 

Coiled to rest upon this rock

The warmth takes me overnight

Cold is my biggest enemy

Cold is my biggest fear

Just warmth, food, and rest

There’s nothing else I want here.

 

 

Fools can come and fools can go

Fools are the ones who don’t depart

When they spy in my lair

And cannot get me out of their head

Come on over; push your luck, fool

You’ll surely wind up dead.

 

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saddlerider1 6 years ago

You rattled by chain with your Diamondback lament. Many a critter has fallen prey to the rattler. A stealth hunter and they love furry prairie dogs as they slowly devour them whole. I have come across a few snakes in my time and the rattler at least gives you a warning cry with it's noisy tail. So beware all you who cross it's path, stay clear is this rattlers warning. Nice poem Wayne, I rate it UP


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thanks Ken...I felt like a 'snake' writing it! I appreciate the read and your words of encouragement. Believe it or not, wrestling with this poetry is clearing my head a bit to write better at the other stuff. It's still a struggle but I am learning. WB


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

I have a healthy respect for spiders, but I spurn, loathe and have the utmost disdain for snakes, Mr Brown, however, being a rather solitary creature myself, and loving the feel of sunshine while I bask on a warm rock, perhaps I should rethink my hard stand on the issue of their character, lol. You've captured it so well! ~ Laura


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

I love your style of writing poetry, very interesting. I have always loved the way snakes look but am deathly afraid of them. I used to live in New Mexico and came across a few and have a certain respect for them that they demand. Great job rated you up as always. Cheers.


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cjv123 6 years ago from Michigan

I guess I'm one of the few who isn't afraid of snakes. However, I have a great respect for the deadly ones of course.

I admit - I felt deeply sorry for the critter you pictured above who would/could be lunch...you really drew this picture very, very well. You are a multi-talented writer!


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thank you, Carol...this poetry stuff is really not one of my strengths but that makes it challenging so I torture other folks with it! Maybe I will get better at it if I try! Thanks for nice words. I appreciate it. WB

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