i find a snake
in the shed.
a copper head.
curled, cold in the dark
corner.
stitched in it's familiar
pattern.
she eyes me
with a sinister grin
on her thin lips
then shows me her sharp
pointed tongue. she
reaches back in a stiff
coil, ready to strike,
as i stumble away,
unbitten, unharmed.
i shut the door.
trembling with fear.
I've dealt with snakes
like this before,
so i know what to do.
i call my lawyer.
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