I Would Be a Boomslang
If I had a choice, I would be a green boomslang.
Reposing in a warm African tree,
surveying zebras and elephants.
My back would be plastered with the prettiest
geometric shapes imaginable.
I would be six foot long, and
scary.
If a tiger tried to climb my tree, I would
bare my teeth, showing her my six fangs.
And I would be a male.
I do not want to lay
thirty eggs.
I would eat my way across
Africa, feasting on chameleons,
lizards and frogs.
Happy to be a
wonderful boomslang.
Male of course.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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