Hare & Snake
I twitch
and switch
to face the feared foe ...
how does he always know
which way I will go?
How he does follow
this dance
my trance ...
as I hold so still
hoping he will
slither on by.
Every day
we sway
and now I face the terror
to leap
away to the warren so deep
and hope he
will only sleep
until next we meet.
*********** for Matt Caliri's contest *************
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