Rattler
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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