this is a poem that tells of the moccasin that i almost stepped upon on the upper banks under the trees of the Suwannee. He more lunged away than struck, but i added poetic license to the story. He could have struck, it all happened to quickly to see.
My death met me today
on the banks of Suwannee
Palmetto upon rotted stump
Suddenly a jump
Toward my bared calf
The moccasin sent fanged wrath
The inner voice said stand!
Striking safe into Florida sand
Into the spring death scurried
And I live to tell
How there was no time
to be worried.
Beady eyed death
You had me today
Again I give thanks
For the angel that puts up
with my
photography.
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