A woman came upon an injured snake
And into her care, she did take
To keep it warm, she took it to bed,
Cared for its injuries and kept it fed.
Then one day as she prepared its meal
The snake bit her on the heel.
"Why," she asked with her last breath,
"After caring for you, you have caused my death?"
"Do not take it personal that I struck you,
It is simply what snakes are cursed to do."
Thanks for posting this! I really enjoy a good ShORT story like as short as this one. I like the points blunt and crispy like yours. Wonderful job!
wow. what a powerful and insightful poem. you should be proud.
j.
I like the poem very much, but what kind of woman takes a snake into her bed? LOL!
Huck, this reminds me a lot of my poem "Welcome to My Parlour" on my page called The Web. We do think alike sometimes.
Was this about a woman and a snake or a woman and a man. I think there is a fine line there :)
Cynthia