Getting off the freeway, 2 miles until the Monroe Reptile Zoo.
I am filled with joy and excitement
As I walk through the door I see the snakes in the back.
I run right to them.
They are glorious, the way they slither about
With no sudden movements.
I love to just watch them, how beautiful they can be.
They've always been mesmerizing to me.
I really want to take one out of its cage and hold it.
I cannot wait.
One slithers on a branch next to its little friend.
Have they always been friends? I wonder..
Then I grab one
I can feel the tiny scales run across my fingers.
The snake looks happy, calm, and unphased by my grasp.
I wonder what its thinking.
Is it comfortable?
The snake is spotted
Its tail is narrow with a rattle.
I still cant help but wonder
It is at least happy? Where is its home..
But then I realize
It is out of harms way and it is safe here with me
This snake is mine
I oh so don't like snakes! You are brave. Buti think its sad to see them in a glass box, no privacy... or freedom. The last lines of your poem make me think that maybe the narrator is going to steal the snake, and (maybe) free him, thus making him happy? I liked your poem.
ReplyDeleteAww it was cute! I enjoyed reading your poem also Laurenna.
ReplyDeleteThe tail has a rattle and you're grabbing it and holding it? Yikes! On another note, I appreciate all the questions asked here in trying to figure out the thoughts and feelings of a creature. Who knows what they're thinking...what equals happiness to a snake?
ReplyDeleteI hate snakes so I like how you made a poem about how awesome they are.
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