Saturday, July 22, 2017



Buzz of a rattler
In an instant heart races
Noise is a tattler
Square off at fifty paces

Rises high above the grass
Grab my shovel
Its moody and crass
Crash down upon it

First blow handle shatters
Pissed off rattler
Not losing it matters
Still buzzing and hissing

Watch as make the call
Bring me a shovel and hoe
Standoff for the moment
As angry eyes meet

In just few minutes
Rattler is dead
Seven buttons my trophy
Buried its head

About this poem - I usually leave snakes be unless it is a rattle snake. This one was angry and aggressive, and right in an area I had been moving irrigation water a few minutes before. I walked passed and buzzing it rose from the grass hissing. Immediately knew it wasn't a bull snake bluffing by the shape of its head. One of those funny moments when the shovel handle breaks and have an even angrier snake that can't leave letting it get away. A phone call and then kill it with a hoe our daughter brought me. Most days I have our dogs out with me, that day they had already headed back to the house.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-203Z)

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