or not, there is the fear,
the fear
that makes
you want to kill the snake.
to take
a rock to it,
a stick
or stone.
to find the sharpest tool
in the box
and slay
it's slithering, frightening
life form.
but for once maybe
you'll let it pass
this time,
find it's way out of the grass,
and past
the gate,
back down the hill to the stream
where it belongs.
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