Chased by an African Grootslang
Chased by a South African grootslang,
Thrown in the air with a pop and a bang,
He yelled “Help! I am being EATEN! Dang!”
Grootslang chomped him in half with one fang.
I screamed bloody murder with a heartfelt clang.
Climbed a bamboo tree with a tall overhang.
The grootslang laughed, and he and I sang.
A rare interaction with a determined grootslang.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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