So, I bike up this road and see a crossing snake. I'm usually very terrified of snakes, sometimes to the point of
an unreasonable fear. Although I have learned about them, I still shuck most rational thought when I see one.
Not this one I was riding up on. I recognized it to be one of the best types of snakes, the kingsnake.
First of all, it's name fits, as it eats other snakes. Especially the poisonous ones that could kill a human. So
after spotting the monarch of reptiles crossing the road, I stop to allow it's progress to the other side. I was
too late, my skidding tires had startled the slithering traveller into stopping on the asphalt as an approaching
jeep crested the hill.
I cringed as I heard the 'thud-thud'. Hopefully his soul left his six foot long body before rebounding to a ring
four foot above the tarmac.
I was saddened.
A song for my least hated enemy species:
"C'mon, Kingy"
"go fast make it across!"
"Don't be scared of me"
"I'm sorry for your loss"
"Damn stinky jeep"
"With your moldy cloth cover"
"Go rot in a heap"
"for killing my favorite enemy".
lol this was very good
ReplyDeleteYou know, stuff like this happens more than you'd think.
ReplyDeleteI lol'd. At the poem not the poor snakes death :(
ReplyDeleteIm scared shitless of snakes, so i can understand where this is coming from.
ReplyDeletemy jeep is full of stinky hockey equipment as i a type this :D
ReplyDeletePoor snake, it was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still...Tells you a little about the inevitable fate of cannibals, they get crushed.
ReplyDeleteahahah "poor snake"
ReplyDeletewell that snake won't be doing THAT again lol
ReplyDeleteD: WOW. lol
ReplyDeletesnake souls, that's weird to think about
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting my blog :) following you now
ReplyDeletePoor snake.
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