danger poems

Snakeskin | Mary Bone

The snake shed his skin
crawling through the grass.
He was traveling to see his next of kin,
with a little bit of sass.
There was a rattle in the rocks,
his relatives were around the bend.
Rattling is how he knocks,
as he slithers into their den.

Sleeping Dogs | Mary Bone

When sleeping dogs arise
and look all around.
They can cut you down to size,
without a single sound.
I’ve decided not to tread,
too close to dogs asleep.

Rattlesnake | Mary Bone

As I walked through tall grass,
I heard a rattle and a movement
winding through the grass.
I stood still as the danger
slithered by.
I had been warned.

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